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

it is only as they continue on that realization begins to dawn on kivaluk what she intended for them to hunt.

deer.

admittedly, something smaller would've been preferable to the natigvik as it was just the two of them and he had a journey to make back to the spine ... once he reached qeya river, that was.

but he had agreed and thus does not protest.

eyes take in the markings of antlers gouging the tree with; studious.

we are close. he observes in hushed tones, frostbound gaze moving to the grasses: trampled by hooves passing thru.