Silverlight Terrace Pisok

The marks from the elk hooves left prints upon the snow, up the terrace to where the ground gave way to a stretch of snow and white. The markings that had been left by the herd suggested that they had bed there for a short time before moving on. Kannoyak drew in the scent of the prey and it filled his senses with the promise of a feast.

Lifting his plum stare to the distant rock, the hunter licked his chops. The elk could have traveled south, around the fixture of the spine. It seemed more likely that they would have sought the cover of the weald. Dark trees loomed in the distance. Kannoyak lifted his head to call to any nearby hunters – the spirits had granted them a feast! They needed only to chase it.