Kildeer Rest Winterkill

Frigid dawn gave way to a frosty morning. Snow came down steadily, and all the world was powder.

The great woolly prancers loomed ahead; Wake could hear them slowly plowing, the sound of them not unlike the distant rush of rapids, or an approaching storm. The scent of Saatsine laced through the musk of caribou, and every now and again he would see a pawprint overlaid in snow paved wide by countless hooves.

The rogue called for them.

For the lord of venison, @Sun Eater. For the mistress of his heartstrings, @Suliya. For the nameless domina (@Sulukinak). For any and all of the reindeer-chasers to greet him. Unknowingly, he called also for the emigrant Morwenna, as well as a captive @Shadowpaw.

The soulful invitation announced:

Winter’s Wake has come to hunt with Saatsine.