Haunted Wood Home is Where the Heart Is

There came a flourish of deep russet among the greens and autumnal browns. It was most at home with these brighter shades even as they fell away and left the trees stripped and thin. It was a deeper warmth than any fawn he had ever seen and so Kigipigak recognized the shape for what it was: wolf. Unlike any wolf he had seen prior, wolf all the same.

They were large for their age. He thought they might have matched himself in age at first, prompting a gregarious flash of his teeth as he came upon them, until he saw the size of their paws and the room to grow. They were not yet at their year mark; destined to be a powerhouse all the same.

Paglagaa! He chuffs in greeting, presuming that any creature of such heft and health must be one of Tartok's lineage.