Dawnlark Plains paint rock

Chieftain did not need to order it, for Nagruk is already besides him as they traversed the plains. It's not often she travels at night, but here among the bedded caribou she finds peace in the quiet.

And peace in the company too. She breaths in cold, pausing mid stride to watch him turn skyward in thought. Whatever races through his mind is intangible lest he speak, but Nagruk is reluctant to break the silence quite yet.