Little Goat Mountain So close, no matter how far.

he had killed two stoats here after hours of stalking, and never before had chakliux longed for the sea so much. for moontide. for his wives and his son.
soon. he would soon be home.
after eating one of his catches, chakliux prepared to carry away the other, directly into the teeth of the wind and the storm, which did not merit more consideration from the seal hunter.
it was a vaguely familiar scent which caught his nostrils; he turned his head and began to seek, noticing the cavemouth. he chuffed. "come out, spirit-shadow."