Shadowwyn Moor Slow down, you're doing fine

The stranger's voice caused some caribou to lift their heads, or turn their attention towards the pair of wolves. Until now their watchers had been silent as they encroached among the herd, weaving through the outskirts of bodies, and this new disruption caused a stir. Sulukinak noticed this and waited until their attention drifted again.

Saatsine. She answered. Sulukinak tilted her head, a half-smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, though her gaze stayed cool and measured. It’s where I run for now. The words were as sparse as the frosted bones scattered between them, their brevity sharp and deliberate. They acknowledged a connection—fleeting and practical—with the hunters of Saatsine, but offered no deeper ties, no illusions of permanence. Sulukinak, it seemed, was as transient as the shadows stretching long across the valley floor.