Barrow Fields ukiu-pak

Sorry if mine doesn't make sense, what with the brain melt...

Soon the pair are moving in tandem, scouring one side of the path or the other, venturing through the snow and around the base of trees; Kigipigak is studying the tree-line for signs it has been picked at when he hears the hushed prompt, Here, from his temporary companion.

The young man turns and looks at the tracks. There are more than one set, with an irregularity to them that makes him wonder. The scent lingering in them is like water in a well; female deer, healthy. Kigipigak raises his head and nods once to confirm.

Do you want to flush them out of hiding, or do you want me to? One of us can intercept after. He gave the other boy a choice, then wondered to himself if Njord was bright enough to make such decisions for himself. If no plan came quickly then Kigipigak would make the decision for them.