Duskfire Glacier [m] Village song

There he was. 

Adept as he was, he was swift to pick up on the target she had acquired—good. Not once had she doubted that he would, especially given he had previously proven himself capable. They worked together in perfect tandem, as though they had hunted together for years and years—it felt natural, to anticipate him there. To count on his understanding, to know he would deliver. 

And deliver he did. 

He swung in, steady and strong and unstoppable. She could taste the fear of the caribou that permeated the air, the wind in her face filled with the reek of its emotion. He fell into it as a tidal wave—it could not be avoided. The caribou faltered in its stagger, and the hammer of a man caught it as went down, but he did no more than that beyond hold it there, a titanic anchor that prevented the animal from drifting away even as it sought to tear itself out of his grip.

Her mate need not wait very long.

It took but a second for Tikigâk to meet him. Her jaws wrapped round the very place he had left bare for her, and in an expertly placed blow for all of her momentum, Tikigâk would finish the beast with him, quickly, cleanly—her own gaze burned in turn upon Faust, mouth pooling with warm blood.