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Amidst the strong smell of ozone sharp in his nose, Aivar could smell the faint scent of another nearby, and he glanced over his shoulder to see a young wolf glaring… at him? It sure looked like it. He flicked his tail and kept his ears angled towards the stranger. He smelled of the caribou hunters, and so Aivar didn't worry himself too much, but the sharpness in that icy stare warranted at least some vigilance. Aivar himself was still very much a stranger lurking among them.

Nutuyik herself did not seem glad to see him, only half-heartedly agreeing that he could join her. Aivar's smile faltered. He was never really a wolf for lifting up others’ spirits, and he wasn't sure exactly what haunted her, but some shadow clung to her as the sky so ominously growled and bared its flashing lightning fangs.

“Are… you alright?” He prompted at last.