Barrow Fields ukiu-pak

The sapphire was distant as far as Kigipigak was concerned, coming up behind him in a flanking path, no doubt following the same game trail but from a different angle; Kigipigak was focused on the trees and did not turn to meet the figure until he had already been spotted himself, and even then Kigipigak was not sure who he was looking at. Only that they were wolf and a few shades darker than the billowing snow.

Kigipigak's mind was focused on a potential hunt and so he did not think twice about his next choice: he closed the distance with a plunge across the snowscape, only halting once he was close enough to make out the blue-eyed stare set in a young, familiar face. Kigipigak made no attempt to intimidate him and was not about to leave the area; he was indifferent to the boy, and seeing as he had already bested him in combat, there was no reason to be worried.

He did call out to him, breaking the disquiet that spanned between them: I am hunting. Are you a better chaser than you are a warrior? You may join me if so. The insult was obvious, but so was the game trail and the worsening conditions. Even with the bad blood between the two of them they were two wolves in their prime (mostly). It would benefit us both to work together.