There had been no sign of caribou to track or study, here. The chance to collect novel sorts of plants came and went, and there was little now to impress Raiyuk about this expanse.
Homesickness had wormed its way under his skin. Travel was all he had desired of his life: to explore, learn, and trade; and now something new tugged at his psyche. What would it be like to make camp somewhere and stay put, for a change?
Instead, he meandered until the interlaced scents of his own kind became prevalent. The winter hare he'd butchered earlier in the season had been refurbished into a small pouch, and with this he hoped to carry his various finds around the known world.
