Caan had seen the decline of those dark clouds with the smothering, purple snow on the horizon. It should have brought comfort, but a new phenomenon cloaked the skies. In dark shapes the clouds moved downward like grasping vines. Despite the flutter in his heart, he is drawn forward.

Caan finds that he is not alone, as many others have drawn near to investigate. Amongst the strangers Caan spies his aunt and uncle. The boy joined them, grunted softly as Yaalk'ali made mention of Ice Raven.

A herd of blue deer stand where the clouds touch the earth. If they were conjured by the trickster, would hunting them be a test of skill or ill omen? His body ached for the thrill, and his stomach did its best to persuade him onward. As the boy pondered, a red flash barrels towards the herd. A grey shadow in hot pursuit.

Caan steals a few steps forward before looking back to his kin. His wish to join evident in his eyes.