Raven's Watch so you take what you want and leave

Her anger simmers as she leaves the taiga behind and enters the mountains. The terrain is hard and familiar underfoot, grounding in a way the frost-covered caribou grounds are not. Their war may be raging by now; Issitoq likely dead from blood or infection or from teeth of their own kind.

It matters little to her now.

Tikigâk heads north and Nagruk finds remnants of Kukuvrak's trail leading east over the north slopes of the range. Ice crystals have begun to form in the prints, an indication that they have sat here untouched for days. She presses on. Others cross his trail, one set larger and heavier, one shallower though Nagruk notes the hasty imprint of claws. This one was on the run. 

It must have been a tactic by One Eye to separate her kin on the brink of conflict. She snorts as a roaring river comes into view and lumbers to the edge, ears pricked for any sign of the raven man but knowing he was likely long gone by now.