Blacktail Deer Plateau from the steeples in the church yard

Sorry for the wait!!

He had nowhere he could go; if he did, that's where he'd be, or where he'd strive to reach. It was hard to keep things straight right now with how strange everything looked in the snow, and how hollow he felt. The emptiness of hunger had passed over him and even now, aching as he might've been, the boy had gone beyond the hunger and in to a new state of something different. The hunger wasn't gone but he still felt hollow, kind of like when you go so long without sleep that you're overtired, and then kind-of giddy regardless of how worn out your body is.

And so he sat there... And he stared. Sometimes the fallings now looked like a shape, and sometimes that shape was famliar—but only for a second. The shapes were dark sometimes and his mind said, Stigmata? When the wind twisted them in to piles of white he thought, Takiyok? His brothers and sisters too — and then one of the silhouettes drew up to where he slouched against the ice, and out of it came a voice he did not know, but... There was a faint accent too, and that he recognized in a vague sense.

The man wasn't someone he knew off the bat; whether the northern creature was related to his own ilk was unknown to him and he did not have the energy to think it. Who are you? The voice stated next, to which the boy moodily shrugged his shoulders and said: Tuvak. He did not know why he opted for his other name, other than finding comfort in the sound of it, and the memory of his mother. Maybe the stranger reminded him somewhat of Takiyok with his heavy-set figure and his frigid ice-white coat? In the end it would not matter. Nobody. He corrects of himself, and stares blankly at the man's giant paws.