Duskfire Glacier δ

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their little camp was beneath potential threat.

the day of their caribou hunt and their pledge, he had butchered the creature and set its meat to freeze, laying down the hide in whatever way @Ayovi wished. he had thought they might stay for a time while the pelt was prepared, rolling happily and often on his bearskin, but a summary patrol of the glacierland brought to wisdom evidence that the other northman was close.

he came back from his stunted hunt, scowling darkly. "konæ," he addressed her in a grunt. he stooped over fresh snow, created sloppier versions of her earlier vision: himself, her, the abstract of children beneath his concept of a longhouse.

he drew another of those shapes further out, and put many dots beneath it with his claws. a steading, an encampment. a place of others.

two swipes gave the drawn family two choices: a path to a pack, or a path to the unknown, undecided, a path which ended in the drifts beyond.

skorpa looked into her indigo eyes, still stunned that they had come to this moment from such beginnings.

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