Big Salmon Lake Little Fishy Bite

ah, good. this man had valuable talent. a pleased hum leaves her. shikoba knew enough on how to track, but it certainly would not hurt to brush up on her skills once again. she can follow in the sand, but the cold often can confuse her sniffer. perhaps rodyn may join her someday in the winter to see where herds travel.

but until then, she focuses on the moment of now. "similar," she says with a nod, "smaller than elk, but strong." caribou was still a great hunt, the hide for the ulaqs and the meat for storage. now that she thinks about it, she'd need to work more to ensure Mojag would have enough. his allergy to rabbit meat would be a hindrance to the other hunting jaws of Moonglow. 

"shikoba hopes mojag may learn to run with Moonglow, when time comes." she had high aspirations for her son, being the first hunter of Moonglow after all. she would expect her son to try his best, as she always does. "has rodyn met him, my son?"