NightFlame22 ❅ Female ❅ Inuit: grey wolf
“Mush!” Amaruq has to shout over the wind in order for the dogs to hear her. It isn’t quite evening yet, but the sky is
dark with snow-filled clouds. Her furry companions increase their pace, but she worries that it might not be enough.
She had been out hunting, and though she hadn’t been as successful as she had hoped, she knew that staying out in a
storm like this would mean certain death. A small light in the distance brings her great relief; her home isn’t too far
away. The team knows what to do, and it isn’t long before they arrive safely in the small village. Amaruq hurries into
her igloo and tends to her loyal dogs before settling down herself. She smiles as a young fire brings the warmth back
into her limbs, and a nice, thick blanket helps her to fully relax. The wind howls outside, but the structure keeps the
heat in fairly well. An echo comes from the tunnel that connects her igloo to one of the several others in the village,
and as Amaruq gets up to investigate, a trio of excitable kalon kits tumble out into her living space. They giggle and
scramble to their paws, greeting her in unison. “Hi, Amaruq! Have you got another story for us today?” She smiles and
gathers them around the fire, handing out a snack before telling old tales of hunters, predators, and magical beings.
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dark with snow-filled clouds. Her furry companions increase their pace, but she worries that it might not be enough.
She had been out hunting, and though she hadn’t been as successful as she had hoped, she knew that staying out in a
storm like this would mean certain death. A small light in the distance brings her great relief; her home isn’t too far
away. The team knows what to do, and it isn’t long before they arrive safely in the small village. Amaruq hurries into
her igloo and tends to her loyal dogs before settling down herself. She smiles as a young fire brings the warmth back
into her limbs, and a nice, thick blanket helps her to fully relax. The wind howls outside, but the structure keeps the
heat in fairly well. An echo comes from the tunnel that connects her igloo to one of the several others in the village,
and as Amaruq gets up to investigate, a trio of excitable kalon kits tumble out into her living space. They giggle and
scramble to their paws, greeting her in unison. “Hi, Amaruq! Have you got another story for us today?” She smiles and
gathers them around the fire, handing out a snack before telling old tales of hunters, predators, and magical beings.
(240/250)
