Moonspear i like watching the puddles gather rain

Rain fell steadily, but Kannoyak was not deterred from his hunting.

The white wolf had ventured down the mountain and had chased prey through the trees of the surrounding forests. He had run until his legs were weary and his lungs were winded. When he had understood that his limits had been reached, he collected two rabbits, a beaver, and a white-furred stoat in his teeth. The trek back to the mountain was rough on his paws. When he arrived, he was ready to deposit the prey where it would be most used.

At one of the ulaqs that had been made, Kannoyak paused. He did not dare to stick his head inside. A small grunt was made to announce his presence.

Would you like food? he asked gently.