Whitebark Stream mathron

aw! probably a future trade thread if it goes well <3

After the talk of the caribou hunters, Astier drifted from the gathering like mist from the peaks, pale and soundless. Not to pursue the hunters, no, they were of little concern, but the beasts they followed: the caribou.
His den within the glacier's embrace was cold and barren, stripped of all comfort. A pelt would suffice; something to break the bite of the stone beneath him.
The wraith descended from the heights, following the river's path until it splintered into a quiet stream. There, he lingered, watchful and patient. His gaze, as cutting as the ice that birthed him, swept over the land in search of stray hooves and heavy breath. When none revealed themselves, he pressed onward.