it is never too early for caribou,he grunted, swiping snow sidelong gently along the crusted drift over her fur.
but then he shambled down to dark haunches, licking the white from his jaws, watching his breath hang in the frozen air.
we have stayed here for some time. would you leave?the lake was well-placed, the hunting good, and his heart had not yet begun to wander.
but what of her own?