Silvertip Mountain i have made the universe the way i wanted to

no.

kivaluk's stomach twists, silveredchampagne gaze searching her for any signs of physical injury.

not that, he knows, he would be much help if she was. herbology was best left to wolves other than kivaluk who's only skills were of the tracking , hunting and fighting variants.

food.

a strange wave of relief floods kivaluk. that, he can help with.

i don't, he tells her truthfully but adds quickly, but i can hunt something for you.

stay right here. he tells her, though she didn't appear to be in much of a state to venture off.

he spares her a worried look over his shoulder for a moment before he sets off: nearby, close enough that she can hear that he hasn't abandoned her.

kivaluk runs through his options: rabbits are plentiful, as are squirrels. birds too, though she'd have to work to get thru their feathers first.

in the end, he decides on rabbit: catching one in what had to be some sort of personal record for himself; less about improving skill and more about the pressing need to hurry.

kivaluk sends up a brisk howl to her: i'm returning with food. and trots back to where he left her, rabbit corpse betwixt his jaws.