Barrow Fields ukiu-pak

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Njord could not read his rival’s mind… see the plotting in his head. Once surrendered to hunting alongside his frenemy, Njord acquiesced and fell in line behind the pale Kigipigak. The burden of providing for his family outpaced his grievances with the man. Besides, Njord was of an honest, genuine breed. Once his mind was made there would be no further dark schemes to plot a surprise attack on his rival. He could only pray that Kigipigak would share their kill.

However, The decision was not without some internal pain. Some feeling of impotence. But these emotions would have to be pushed aside. Kaertok and Raleska were dead. Rosencrantz was gravely injured, and Erzulie was busy taking care of him. If Sapphique was to survive they would need fresh food.

Njord tasted the air for prey. Looked at the foliage and snow for signs of tracks or a broken trail (just as Kaertok had taught him). He moves in tense silence. Though Kigipigak leads, Njord is the first to spot signs of prey. “Here,” he signals to his company in a hushed voice, pointing to a procession of deer tracks in the snow. A few does. They usually stuck together this time of year. This would be a fawn’s first big storm. They would be weak. Easy to catch.