Nova Peak Pärry

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Scent betrays them before movement can and Ayovi sweeps her eyes across the expanse under glistening moonlight. A pair of wolven silhouettes materialize from the dark and she stills, surprised to see the caribou hunters roving at such a late hour. But they smell of neither caribou nor glacier, and as a blood-marked face falls into brisk lope the huntress levels her tail above the snow.
Ayovi’s lips curl in a bid for distance, a low growl broadcasting her readiness to fight if need be.