Kildeer Rest ten jaws

Behind the trail of caribou and Saatsine wolves followed the pale explorer, not quite a friend but not a stranger either. Atop his shoulder a caribou skin lay bunched, frosted white from snowflakes and dripping with tiny icicles that jingled quietly with ever step.

The ways of Sun Eater's clan were hard but not cruel. Kenai had come to an understanding that when the herds moved, they moved too. He watched as a spidery girl fell behind, her staggering step worrying his pace into a quick lope until he fell into step besides her. 

Quiet words of encouragement were offered until she was whisked away and Kenai soon lost sight of her amidst the hastily constructed shelters. There was little guard from the wind here, and the pale-furred man could only clumsily assemble half of his own caribou hide before the chill numbed his paws and he crawled beneath the soon snow-covered pelt to wait out the storms.