Duskfire Glacier I can feel you all around me

Grey clouds covered the sky, blocking any sunlight that would warm the cool autumn season. In only a month, the wolf believed they would see their first signs of snow. Issorartuyok felt restless without it, as though the weight of his coat did not serve the same purpose in its absence. All that he could think to do was to busy himself with work around the village. The months before winter were vital times for preparation.

Prowling into the heart of the glacier territory, Issorartuyok carried a badger in his fangs. The northerner’s muzzle and neck were draped in crimson. The badger’s blood had created a trail from the trees to where Issorartuyok searched for a cache. It was there that his gaze fell on a younger wolf. With a mouth full of prey, the burly northerner barked a greeting.