Arrow Lake akunialuk

ingram missed none of the impatience on his compatriot’s behalf, for it rolled off of the tundrian like summermelt from a glacier; only instead of ice-cold, he seemed to simmer. the eyjolfur remained still, his ears turning as a new wolf waltzed into the foray. he recognized him immediately as a fellow diasporan, and met him with a brief smile and a gentle wag of his tail. vonnaruil, inquiring after the nature of sadiq’s visit, was given a helpless shrug. he’s here for takiyok, the eyjolfur explained, grateful for someone else’s arrival to break the unconditionally terse atmosphere.

mahler’s arrival was much anticipated, and in full display of his rank ingram’s tail and posture shifted, communicating his station in the natural ease of a wolf accustomed to hierarchal displays. noting mahler was silent, ingram stood by as the stranger spoke again, his posture reverting in stiff suspicion given his inclination to be territorial. plainly speaking, ingram’s socks were not charmed off of his feet by the strange wolf at their borders, and he looked to mahler for his verdict.