Larksong Grotto nagrulik-atuun

The creature was agile enough to avoid his teeth, even managed to scramble out from the grotto mouth under the fallen branch, to emerge triumphant on the other side. Kigipigak was not so lucky; he missed his attempt to grab them and his chest collided with the branch thereafter, briefly winding him. He sucked in a breath and got a mouthful of frigid air.

It was better to keep himself contained in the cavern at any rate. The weather wasn't the best; it was only going to get worse, and Kigipigak would rather put up with some claustrophobia than be caught there among the trees and the snow, given that they could topple at any time.

As he tried to catch his breath he watched the creature just outside of cover. It looked like a wolf but a thin one, smaller than himself by far. The urge to chase after them had ceased when he'd hit the tree branch. Coyotes were not rare in the north but Kigipigak did not have much experience with them, so he did not immediately identify the stranger as such. 

He called out to them while the snow whipped from all sides: You are not a fox! I did not mean to chase you. Come back in here, it is safer. The chase had warmed him up some, though. It got his blood pumping and revived some of his good mood.