Neverwinter Forest sikuruk

Ahaha! Yes, being the color of snow does help, he answered with a booming mirth to his voice.

He thought of how different Tartok and its encampments were to the moon villages. How well-suited most of those northern wolves were to the life upon the ice, and by contrast how varied Kukutux and her people had become. They were so different, yet Kilgitsuk felt at-home with both of them. Or, he had — of late he'd been a trader, unable to settle anywhere or find peace within himself.

They came through the trees to a bare expanse, together. Kilgitsuk paused to gather his bearings and he let out anther laugh. You are almost home! Look, there. He motioned towards the next rise, where the path clarified and headed towards the village outskirts. It would not be long now before Ajei was home again.

It was good to meet you, little Ignik! If I come this way again I will be sure to visit. If that is something you might like.