Qeya River No Rest for those love struck and weary

shikoba has been trying her best to socialize with the sister pack of natigvik, though often still finds herself alone in the quiet moments. she thinks of many things as she checks borders and completes patrols, little tends to take her mind off of what bothers her internally. though, the call of a lone brother causes her to stop and look towards wherever it originated from.

there, she can see him, rodyn, a man of many words and talents. he had gone off to complete his trades for months and now was finally back, with many furs and other treasures. though, she did notice that the man came back with a gristle look of salt and scars. perhaps kukutux would be able to work her healing magic and assist with those being treated.

but for now, sivullik rings her own call, welcoming back moonglow's own. she would go to him and greet him with a wagging tail and smile, brushes of her nose against his cheek and shoulder as a sign to welcome him home. and she would speak only a little before she knew others would arrive.  "it is good to see your face, rodyn."