Silver Creek nutaaq

It was strange to hear that a singing wolf was an oddity; her Sunshine upbringing had been full of songs. I do not blame her for singing so much, she said, remembering her voice. She has such a lovely voice! I wish mine was like hers! She matched her husband's volume, not wanting to scare any nearby prey.

Asivaq stalked away from the river and deeper into the forest when their divided labor was agreed upon. She climbed ravines, followed a rabbit trail, and wove through the foilage until she reached her first victim. Although it gave chase, she was victorious in the end. With one down and one to go, she took a break; she was still sore and somewhat injured from her initiation into Tartok, and she wanted to be careful not to push herself too hard. Still, it felt so good to be free of the cast her anaa had made her, and she was still adjusting to how cold that leg felt.

The second rabbit came soon after the first and was much plumper. Satisfied and exhausted, Asivaq returned to where she'd parted ways from Kigipigak and found him as the sun set. She tossed the larger meal in his direction and promptly fell back onto her haunches with an oof.

This area is good. Lots of prey, Asivaq remarked; truthfully, she was too tired to eat despite her growling stomach, and she wanted to catch up with her husband instead.