Moonspear It isn't very often

Intended for @Treepie

The winter's cold fought on, but so did Hakumele.

He was beginning to gain strength, leaving the ulaq more often and for far longer. His legs were growing used to the terrain, his claws growing used to the local critters.

The shark knew well that he would likely never return to his peak; Kai Ahi had been his hayday, and now it was long gone. His time on Witch Island had put him out of practice.

Traipsing the lower peaks of the mountain, he paused momentarily to shake the snow from his thin coat.