Silver Moraine v manik

I meant to label it as the moraine! Fixed it.

The sky grew dark and ominous as he worked but he did not see it. He tasted petrichor in the air and knew the rain would come soon without needing to track the clouds as they danced; a storm could be deadly in the wrong place and Kigipigak would have been cautious had he not trusted himself in this southern place, presuming any rain would be mild. He was not going to stop trying to find food even if the sky wept over him.

When he raised his head to check his progress he noticed that the band of fire had moved dramatically to his other side. He huffed to clear his nostrils of other scents and then started to bow and get back to work when he saw a tendril of firelight moving quickly. Beside the ember was another.

Kigipigak stopped and watched the pair come closer. He took a deep breath as they neared but found no trace of Tartok among them. These were wolves bound to one-another but not to any one place, a set of travelers, much like himself.

The ruddy one spoke and Kigipigak was attentive to the sounds, tilting his head to their strangeness.