Barrow Fields ukiu-pak

Last for me!

The pair reconnected, both breathing heavily from the effort of their pursuit. Njord half-expected Kigipigak to rain down more harsh criticism, but only a glaring look of disappointment was needed to make his feelings clear. They shared this defeat, no matter who was more negligent, and biting words could not rub salt any deeper into the wound. Njord’s knitted brows shrouded his eyes from Kigipigak’s foiled gaze, feeling the pressure of his rival’s leer upon him. Eventually, the tension dulled into a blunt dissatisfaction and Njord shook his silver pelt as if to rid himself of the heebie jeebies.

Despite their fact their quarry escaped, Njord respected Kigipigak’s strength and stalking prowess. They had both moved like clippers in the snow… if they could sharpen up their teamwork (and if Njord could improve his skills) they stood to become a formidable team. Still, an undercurrent of rivalry from their fight persisted. Could Njord grow to overcome that?

Despite the dour mood, Kigipigak entertained the prospect of hunting together again. “Aye,” Njord agreed. “I’ll keep watch for prey ‘round these parts. An’ if ya return, I’ll be ready.” Dragoncrest was nearby, and it afforded Njord the advantage of closely monitoring how game, big and small, navigated the seaside terrain. For now, he turned away to head back to Sapphique empty handed, limping slightly as the wound, from Shardik, on his haunch flared up angrily.