Duskfire Glacier Sunnguvuk

It was late in the evening and the sun had long since set behind the mountains. The glacier was crisp and chilly, winds rushed across the village territory with a sharp bite.

A thick-furred wolf stood at the edge of the territory, the scent of his marking on the border was strong in the air. Issorartuyok gazed out beyond the glacier and into the wilderness. In the distant west, the wolf could see the cut of the mountain’s shadow. The rock rose high into the night air and seemed to touch the stars overhead. It was a stunning sight, even for a man who had journeyed across the earth.

Issorartuyok hummed softly and continued along his path around the border, sniffing at each unfamiliar scent until he had determined there were no threats. There was a restlessness in his bones. The northerner desired work for the hours that he would not rest.