Qeya River Shadowblight

Winter’s Wake had discovered a base of the Saatsine wolves, but it was not as guarded here; the borders were pitifully stale. The caribou-chasers had migrated southeast with the caribou. Though perhaps their base was still tended to, the rogue snowrunner had to wonder why they kept borders at all, with all the traveling they were wont to do.

An arrangement of charred twigs stood ahead of him. A scarecrow? No, it looked skittish. A sable young deer, then? That wasn’t it either. When Wake had padded near enough to determine the creature’s profile, he realized it was a wolf.

Ave, stranger, he called, lifting his tail in a wag. Do you run with Saatsine?