Blackfoot Forest silaqqiqtuq

@Stryx

The dark-winged bird fluttered against the limitless blue of the summer sky. Below, the world hummed with summer life. The Teekon Wilds seemed to have flourished with the change in season. All plant life had grown thick and prosperous, reaching out much further than the young wolf had remembered when he had last crossed the earth on his youthful paws. Many things had changed since Sos had been there; he wondered how much of his family remained in the places they had known since their birth.
 
Taggak circled twice before swooping downward and beating his wings against the shaman’s back. The dark bird’s careful beak played with the inky fur near the bear’s nape. Poison eyes were cast toward the raven with fondness. Sos had known the companionship of the dark-winged animal for most of his life. Taggak had taken to the wolf pup when he had been no more than a few months of age. Their friendship had not been severed in the two years that the boy had roamed. Knowing that they had forged something deep and powerful was strength enough to keep the two creatures from parting. Wherever Sos would go, so would Taggak. The raven was never to be found far from the young shaman’s side.
 
Stepping into the forest, Sos sniffed at the earth and waited for the spirits to speak to him. His handsome frame was still until the breeze shifted and brushed through the foliage of the wood. The bear drew his muzzle upward and drank in the scent. Though the frosted peaks of the northern world had treated him well, Sos could not help but to be pleased that he was home.