Duskfire Glacier Katinngak

His head shot up instantly when he heard the call from Issorartuyok. Clinging to his facial fur and muzzle was a dusting of snow, for he had been buried face first in it. A new sense of tense urgency and uncertainty had settled deep into the heart of Ensio. With it, it prompted him to double up on his work on contributing to the Glacier. He sensed a change might be coming, and did his best to prepare.

He took off, plodding easily through the snow with his massive paws and already impressive frame. His coat had nearly grown in completely, offering him near total protection from the bite of winter. A testament to his proud Tundrian heritage. When he arrived, seeing the black form of Issorartuyok waiting, he no longer looked upon the man with disdain. But not total trust yet, either, which he didn't show. He was not in the least bit surprised to see Veteran was there first. He looked to the other boy, his hard eyes softer than usual. Maybe he would get the sense that the dynamic between he and his dark mentor had taken a turn.

He came proudly, the reason stuffed between his jaws. Three snowshoe hares, freshly caught, which he had taken the liberty of hunting down. Their usual meat was going rotten, and he wouldn't take from the stores. If nothing less, the catch would provide some much needed calories for those who chose to travel. He set them down with a soft huff, waiting to see who else would show up.