Barrow Fields pavva mauragak

They had left the glacier behind them.

The lands were once filled with caribou, but now there were only the wolves of Moonglow on the move. Snow crusted everything: the tree-tops, the henge beneath, the endless field as they trampled their way across the ice and through it. Kigipigak did not stand out here.

He kept to the rear guard while the other hunters and warriors made their paths, themselves alongside the main corridor of bodies, or making wide arcs as they patrolled and kept the children corralled. The head of the procession was easy to spot: Aiolos was large and red after all, and beside him was @Kukutux.

Kigipigak had been in high spirits when they had left their village for Duskfire, having gone gallivanting through the snow and making a show of it. This time he lacked the same energy. It was as if the feast had disrupted something within him, leaving him distracted.

Try as he might to ignore the nagging feeling as he marched, Kigipigak was slow to follow Moonglow, and stopped mid-field to cast a look over his shoulder to the distantly rising tooth of a mountain.