Nova Peak barriers of trust will fade

no word from the wolves of the creek, and yet many shadows moved east of sapphique.

sobeille wished to learn why.

last she visited these cold mountains she delivered an otter not yet old enough for arrluk’s bride price. today, she stopped at a promontory with the slack body of a seal cub, its drag marks in the earth indicating it’d caused her great trouble.

before, the borders carried a wisp of visitation; now they teemed with presence. sobeille’s howl rose up along the grey skies, calling the northman.