Ravensblood Forest and out in the woods lighting struck

It had not been long at all, but she still worried. History demanded she do as such.

Kigipigak was amiss.

She had not seen him for the day and then he had not returned at nightfall. Perhaps he trailed after herds, maybe he went off to find something she knew nothing about. It was the lack of knowing that stirred a frenzy in her. She could not afford to go very far, not yet, but she had to at least look.

So she took to a forest at sunrise that bordered some of their western land. A dark forest, trunks dripped with something that seemed ominous. No signs of a herd, no signs of the snowy mountain of a man.

She released a soft, long call. If he answered, she could go home and rest easy knowing he was close.

If not? Well, she would be forced to search some more.