Whitebark Stream wintermurk

The woman her uncle had chosen was not one of them. She was learning at a good pace: the language came to her swiftly enough, and as she ran with them after the caribou there were obvious shifts to her body that even Sulukinak could notice. Regardless of the effort, Sulukinak was slow to trust anyone, and was reluctant to do so even now. She trusted her uncle, but only to a point.

For now Sulukinak followed an odd scent that paired with Keda's. It wasn't the scent of uncle, which gave rise to suspicion. The shadow used all of her knowledge as a tracker and a hunter to keep herself hidden, downwind, or at such a distance she would not be detected. Was Keda making a rendezvous with someone outside of Saatsine?

Sulukinak would find out.

Keda roamed over a snowy hilltop, and Sulukinak waited beneath it for some minutes before slipping up along the path carved by her body. At the top she looked for cover, but there was no such luck; the woman was crouched over the body of something large and crowned.

Lurking near, Sulukinak then moved as if to investigate the carcass as if Keda wasn't even there, and she had not just been stalking her the entire time. That odd scent remained and Sulukinak wanted to make sense of it.