Duskfire Glacier Tungortok

Meerkat was a responsible member of the village, or so the northerner noted. She was quick to agree that they should inform their leader, offering to take the message to him with an expected return date. There was a wry smile that hung on her lips as she suggested the journey should take them no more than a week if they hurried and two if they took their time. Issorartuyok grinned happily, a chuckle bubbled up from his throat to meet her. Let us enjoy the journey. It will be nice to learn from the village’s most skilled scout, he answered her with a small nod.

It seemed that the prospect of visiting her family carried a strange mixture of emotions. The northerner glanced toward the scout with concern upon his features, a knit brow and a small frown. There was a heavy weight that sat about Meerkat’s frame, even Issorartuyok could see it. At the mention of her coaching duties, he lifted his head and blinked.

How might I assist you? Perhaps Makatza needs only a stern guide. It is difficult to train warriors to be honorable when they are filled with a desire to prove themselves, the large male attempted to console.