The Tangle Arpiqsiaputiq

Sulukinak did not feel it necessary to count the days or track her progress. This task would take as long as necessary.

She wove her way in among a tangle of tamarack and pine, finding it quite to her own tastes, and watched as the sky began to faintly darken with an evening blush.

It would be a good idea to make camp here, or that's what she had been taught. Eat, sleep, seek what Cen requested in the morning - but, Sulukinak was energized by her solitude as well as this new purpose granted to her.

Rather than stop, she worked her way soundlessly through the mess of woodland, intent on finding her way through.