Moonspear makaik ⧎

The golden glow of a dying sun halved him in two. He climbed the slanted edge of a hill only to pause in the heart of wilderness, tasting the tepid air and half expecting smoke to billow from him as if winter lingered too long. The sound of thunder surprised Raimo; it was too far away to see.

The climb became grimmer when he realized what path he followed. He pushed himself to keep tabs on Kukutux, unhurried, his usual prowl. Keeping an eye out for danger while she moved towards the ruined mountain. What did she hope to find here, he wondered?

Raimo's aroma caught in every down draft. He did not hide himself outright; enough so she would feel comfortable and safe.