Silverlight Terrace Pisok

The boy offered to coax the elk from their hiding place, or to wait and ambush them. Kannoyak looked at their group with confidence. He did not believe that they needed a lure. If they followed the trail of the wandering elk, they could find one that would fall to their fangs. The boy would be helpful with his teeth and his speed.

Kannoyak was stoic to the other white hunter. He was charming and talkative. Plum eyes locked with the sharp berry color of Chakliux’ stare. Only the faintest smile was given. This was still a great honor, for Kannoyak was not an expressive man. His tail fluttered from side to side before his attention was returned to the woman who had not spoken to them.

The other hunter asked if she would join them or if she wished to observe how men would hunt in snow.

Kannoyak did not care if she joined or if she watched. He lifted his snout to regard her with a cool expression.