Bramblepoint sleep, little darling; do not cry

He had to keep looking.

The hunt had taken him through the Neverwinter and northeast, but after his rest in the village and return to Brecheliant, Kigipigak could not allow himself to stop for long; he rested briefly, he ate, and then he was away again on his hunt. Having lost Ariadne, the man could not abide the thought of also losing a child - not another, not again. He had to keep his family together.

Thus he went to the Bramblepoint; he had no intention of stopping there, and would have continued on ihs way north to the lake, and then the Heartwood, had the scent of a female wolf not drawn his attention. There was a tendril of desperation wrapped around his heart - perhaps the only thing keeping him going, at this point.

With any luck, the stranger could have seen Nutuyikruk. He followed the stranger's scent, noticing an odd sourness to it, but putting that aside in favor of his own needs. And when she came in to view, Kigipigak did not hold back - he drew as close as he could, rumbling a greeting so that she wasn't taken by surprise.

Miss! Miss, you are not from around here, her scent was too alien; she must have traveled far, and that gave him hope. Do you have a moment? I am looking for someone.