Ankyra Sound piyugaktuk

Distancing himself from the traveling Moonglow wolves, Kigipigak hoped to cool his head.

He had trailed Kukutux until she had found her way back among her village, then turned and gone off on his own. The snow was hard packed, with many patches of black ice hidden beneath it. As he came upon sand, it did not give beneath his steps, and he found himself almost skating down the hill because of it. He scrambled, righted himself, and took more care with how he moved from then on.

A familiar cavern, frosted but otherwise untouched by winter inside, looked like a good place to take solace and catch his breath. Kigipigak did not like to be underground. This was different from a den or ulaq, as it towered overhead and required no work.

Kigipigak had come here once before to bury the pink-colored shell that had once belong to @Njord, but he didn't think about that now, nursing unseen wounds after a different fight. He'd done it as a form of safe-keeping until he could return to the coast, and yet, being here now the redtail was far from his mind, shell included.