Blacktail Deer Plateau Ullaaq

A bark sounded across the stretch of plateau and Issorartuyok turned his broad head sharply toward a shadow of a shape, wolf. The northerner regarded the dark stranger with a high stare. His brown eyes did not shy away, but the large wolf had never been quite good with children.


Not fully a child, however, this approaching wolf was merely fresh out of youth. It appeared the young girl was clawing her way toward being a yearling or would be before long. The gangly shape of her limbs was enough of a suggestion in that regard.

Yes.

The northerner’s rough voice sounded before he realized that was not a proper greeting. Not for anyone beyond the northern territories draped in snow.

What is it? Issorartuyok inquired next.