Moonsong Glacier hydrurga

While Dutch visited the hearth of Chakliux, the northwoman busied herself with stocking the caches. The carcass of a wild boar was skinned, its meat torn into strips and left to dry on the branches of a tree in the winter sun. In the meantime, she hunted the occasional unlucky chipmunk, plucked straight from their fur-lined nests. 

Through the trees wafted the scent of Sulukinak. It was high time they had a conversation. Though there was something else, something - darker. Immediately, her spine prickled uneasily. 

Guided by her call, Ulloriaq materialised out of the shadows and took in the scene. The girl was, thankfully, in tact if a little worked up. But what was stranger was the crimson-smeared trunk. She followed the trail up, and up, to the branches. And then, she saw what Sulukinak perhaps had not.

"Shadow girl," heart thrumming in her chest, voice a low rumbled warning. "Come this way. Quickly."