Qeya River a pack of dogs

ishmira spoke. sun eater drew in the sight of chosen caribou as cold winds rushed through his fur. she had taken time to choose, a good sign, but at her glance for blackfell, the chieftain let out his breath.

only his own approval mattered.

"run," he ordered after a moment, demonstrating with a broad leap down into the snow, strides turned into a gait that picked up its speed.

expecting ishmira and blackfell to keep pace, sun eater began to cut caribou away from their target.