Silver Moraine Sitting here in the afternoon,

skipping anselm with permission!

before his jaws could drag the injured stranger to his addled feet, yikaas saw a charcoal flicker. he released whatever hold he did have, grimacing at the heat of fever on his tongue, and pulled away from his charge. 

the caribou hunter noted the passing resemblance but no more; from the shadows he peeled suddenly, slamming an arm for her ribcage.

he was an exile with the taiga as his refuge. yikaas did not plan to move on until he had what he wanted; he moved with the cunning elegance of a lanzadoii hunter to eliminate any threat. anyone who could expose where he had gone.