Neverwinter Forest ukiallik

One raven called; its voice was like rocks falling hard in to water, bursting forth as it flew overhead. It was loudest to the east and whether Kigipigak wanted to accept it or not, he had to trust that the birds were leading the wolves somewhere decent. Their lives intersected in a symbiotic manner; the ravens spotted the prey, the wolves hunted it, both could eat.

Kigipigak wasn't even aware he was following the sound of the bird until some time later, when he spotted its dark shape catching on the branches of a pine tree. It was high, and large still, and made the branch sway. At the base of the tree Kigipigak found a pockmarked trail in the mud made by some kind of deer - a young buck, most likely.

Two wolves might not be enough for this, he thought.