Phoenix Maplewood Noahtakmiut

The spirits were kind to guide his eyes to the freckled scout beneath her tree. Issorartuyok smiled boldly and barked out to the familiar figure.

Had the large northern wolf taken note of her expression, he might have been more careful to tread so near when she was deep in thought. Issorartuyok had learned that lesson from his mother. She had always gifted him with learnings, lessons that helped him to understand the world around him.

Greetings, scout of the glacier, Issorartuyok called to her once he had closed a great deal of the space. The trees provided a pleasant shade and a dappling of colors on the forest floor. How do you fare?