Duskfire Glacier The Fall of the House of Usher

The girl had been tracking the herds again, not because it was her duty to (she was supposed to be tagging out and letting the adults handle it), but because she could not sit still; she needed to work and be useful, otherwise her mind would slip back to thoughts of Tulimaq and the warband, and her yearning for freedom or all the things she had been forced to give up. Rather than think, she chose to work.

There was a small group of caribou milling about the moraine; it was a series of healthy does and a twin pair of bucks, and the burly looking stags looked to be more interested in one-another than in Tulukiri. The sound of a howl - calling for her by name in the opposite direction - was a surprise to the wolf, as well as the ungulates. The does moved at a good pace across the expanse, with the twin stags following and grunting at one-another, heads tilted.

Tulukiri moved off from them to meet the summons. She had not recognized the voice (and thought most of Moonglow was in their scattered camps, but, she was not so attentive that she could assume to know their exact whereabouts). As she moved across the moraine she spotted a figure with a red face, and knew immediately this was not one of her hunting party or those of the visitors.

Hey, kid. She called out to the juvenile, recognizing her from the grotto. You out here all alone? That much was obvious - Tulukiri could not see or smell her guardian, and was perplexed for a moment. What's up?