Horizon Ridge Niptaruk

Kigipigak had journeyed towards the coast for a while. He found a stream to soak his muddy self in, then some time later a meadow of tiny white flowers that enticed him.

He rolled down one hill, hiked up another, slid down that one on his belly, all in fun. As the day waned he stopped his stupid antics and began hunting for something to warm him through the night.

From the hilltop he could spy the familiar silhouette of Greymoor; now abandoned, of course. A raven careened overhead and away. Kigipigak turned and followed it - westward, up among towering hawthorn trees.

The sun had set hours ago by now. The warmth of the day still bled from the patches of soil exposed between the trees, and it was among these corridors that he now found himself pacing aimlessly.