Barrow Fields ukiu-pak

Kigipigak joins him to inspect the tracks and Njord moved aside, not wanting to be explicably close to the man and his fangs. Though his tracking and scouting skills had markedly improved thanks to Kaertok’s tutelage, his large-game hunting prowess left much to be desired. Thanks to island life, he was inexperienced when it came to hunting deer, elk, or bison. Njord knew this weakness of his… though the desperation to provide for the wives and their children made him overcome any doubt in himself.

Still, there was hesitation when Kigipigak prompted the question of role. He did not want to be the lame duck in this hunting party. “Erm-,” Njord mumbled, audibly and visibly glitching as he tried to quickly weigh the pros and cons of either position. The hunt would fail if he did not flush their quarry in the right direction. It would also fail if he could not sink his teeth into the fast-moving target. The gravity of Sapphique’s situation weighed heavy on him.

He was loathe to admit weakness to Kigipigak, especially after the Northerner’s scathing comments, but felt the stakes were too high to be anything less than honest. “I’m a better fisherman than hunter,” he told the other wolf, “What do you think? You choose.”