The Heartwood Omak

Maybe @Ariadne ?

The pathmaker paused at the edge of the wood. Plum eyes followed the mountain range to familiar shapes, peaks that he had known and walked. Moonspear and Moonglow had not diminished in his time away. They stood as magnificent reminders of those who had claimed them.

Kannoyak had not intended to return. His role as pathmaker had pushed him to forge new routes, outside of the Teekon territories. The white hunter had spent the winter in the frigid northern mountain range. He’d hunted with a group of wolves - buffalo hunters - and he had learned many things from them before he’d departed.

Familiarity had lured him back.

Kannoyak lifted his head and howled, hoping that his voice might be recognized by someone from the Moon villages.