Emberwood jedanaest

the crack of antlers clashing filled the clearing, sharp and resonant, but suliya's ears twitched to the familiar voice that cut through it. nakek!

she turned, her tail swaying happily, steps light as she moved toward the sound. ice diver’s voice carried warmth that was easy to follow, even among the mist and fire-bright trees. her gaze scanned the woods, and soon enough, she caught sight of the familiar figure, her grey coat standing out like the first breath of winter among the autumn blaze.

nakek, she called back, a wide smile spreading across her face. the caribou bulls' quarrel faded to background noise as she quickened her pace to meet her friend. i was watching the bulls fight. they’re always so loud this time of year.