Neverwinter Forest Ukijijuk

It took some time for the white hunter to notice the woman who followed.

Kannoyak could not have been offended by it. He knew that he was near enough to the village in the stones – Moonglow – that their wolves might keep watch over his movements. It did not matter that he was a visiting hunter, a tradesman of a village in the winter-swept north. The white man knew that he would need to give Moonglow some respectful space.

In the forest, though, the ground was free to roam.

Hunt with me.

Kannoyak’s voice was rough. The plum of his eyes shifted back to fixate on the gold-furred stalker.