Shadowwyn Moor Slow down, you're doing fine

There was little reason to go backwards, but Sulukinak would trek wherever the urge drew her. The feeling she held with the Saatsine was one of constant forward motion and she appreciated the momentum and the work, although not so much the people. They had their uses: teeth for cutting, bodies to throw in the path of the caribou, she could think of no other uses.

Alone now, and constantly, the hunter made her way quickly to where one of the creatures had been felled. The whole of Saatsine had feasted before moving on with the herd; there wasn't much left, and still she sought it out.

Maybe for some bones. Maybe to see what else might be drawn near. She was not disappointed—the squall of birds made Sulukinak's curiosity pique, and as she sulked closer, she saw the shape of a wolf (or perhaps a mere shadow) circling.