Duskfire Glacier The Fall of the House of Usher

Alright, c'mon. The girl was eager to get her patrol out of the way, and it would feel faster with company. Tulukiri welcomed having another body around even if they weren't of the village - given that few people of Natigvik actually enjoyed spending any time with her (or so she perceived), the lonliness had begun to creep in (and was in part staved off by her insurmountable work ethic, keeping her busy).

Before long their hiking came to an end. The pace slowed, and then as Tulukiri stopped she looked to the girl, then the shadows among the trees. It sounded like something was moving. It could have been the wind in the boughs wrestling its way through, or something moving among the fallen leaves. Tulukiri motioned for Masque to move along and kept herself alert in case something came lunging from their surroundings.

As she came to a gap in the trees, the tired yellow grass that dominated the hillside tumbled towards a farther view: many antlered heads moving from right-to-left, with some on the fringes bowing to eat. Tulukiri grinned and glanced to Masque again, wondering what would go through her head upon sighting this part of the herd.

Looks like someone's beat us here, she murmured, motioning to a pair of pale figures even further out, keeping to the edge of the herd. Might be my boss, or his cousin. Can't really tell from here. She mused aloud, then went quiet to watch. The caribou moved together like a river and seemed unbothered by the few wolves at their periphery.