Dawnlark Plains checkpoint

She moved north through more wetlands, past a vast forest, and into the stark, flat white of the plains. The sun reflected off the snow in a way that made Sialuk's eyes squint against it. Even with the sparse cloud cover, it was as though the white bore into her skull. But it did not stop her from moving forward. With large, webbed paw pads, she continued north, pausing only occasionally to call to those who may be nearby.

The low, eerie howl could no doubt be heard for miles around.