Duskfire Glacier Come a little bit closer

Her hunt for a whelping den had not yet become urgent, but she would not allow it to become such. Tikigâk scouted the land of Darukaal for a place well secluded with plenty of resources along with that where she could safely spend her time the first few weeks in rearing the new life due to the pack. 

She maneuvered confidently through precarious locations to seek safe refuge that would provide her each thing she wanted—a bed of freshwater that their cubs could explore without drowning, some expanse of flat terrain for their cubs still learning their legs to grow confident upon, with a wall for them to learn to scale to build their strength… as for what else, she supposed she would know it when she came upon it. 

A change in the wind distracted her from this hunt—blood, and her mate. Tikigâk rerouted her path and picked her way over the ridge that would bring her to him, tail swaying behind her while she moved. 

Soon, he would smell her too.