Redhawk Caldera siqsusatkut

The path might have been made by a black bear. They were not as dangerous as some of the beasts he had seen in his travels, but it would be better to know for sure if one had crossed in to Brecheliant. There were children (his grandchildren! He had not yet wrapped his head around this entirely) to protect and a good impression to make upon those who called the village home.

As he hunted there came the sound of movement nearby, and Kigipigak turned to see an elderly wolf drawing closer. The chuff was met with a nod and the hint of a smile, the kind of display that was commonplace among men. The stranger asked after his hunting and Kigipigak answered, A black bear, I think. A young male. It is better odds than a mother, but it might still pose a danger.

It had crossed the heart of their home and Kigipigak was monitoring whether it would curve its path towards the dens, or simply mosey on its way. He had yet to catch sight of it. Best to keep your eyes peeled.