Fox's Glade every day, cry out for the pain

kivaluk, prone to single-minded focus, does not immediately realize he is on a collision course with another's path. he only chases the burning need to return to his birthplace, following the belief that lingering in the territory for a time might bring him the clarity he seeks. might help to soften the sharp, cutting edges of his ironclad heart.

might help to ease the stone that has lodged in his stomach.

might offer him clarity on where kigipigak went and why.

dreams, these; kivaluk knows, deep down.

a figure, young and clad in white staring at him finally catches kivaluk's eye and his steps falter to a sudden and startled stop.

for a moment, secondhunter stares at her, trying to make sense of her boxier build how it was both wolf-like and not. the scent of many she carries is obviously pack but not one that kivaluk is familiar with ( unsurprising, given his homebody status ). uh, shock wears thin quickly, offering kivaluk some reprieve from staring as agape at her as she was apparently staring at him! hi.