Duskfire Glacier Sunnguvuk

The scent upon the air was unfamiliar, sharp, and Issorartuyok knew at once that it did not belong with the glacier people. The large wolf prowled in search of the individual who had left such a fragrance, his dark brown eyes scoured the terrain with the shrewdness of a hawk.

Were it not for the streak of auburn that ran down the stranger’s back, they might have been able to hide their pale figure in the glacial terrain. The northerner caught the movement and drew his large head upward, strong and assertive. Issorartuyok increased his pace and set off at a swift trot until he had closed the distance between where he had been and where the foreigner stalked. Upon drawing closer, he had realized that she was rather young.

You are a bold young wolf to cross into this village’s territory, Issorartuyok growled with some humor, eyeing the unfamiliar shape.