Inka watched her breath billow out in front of her as she gazed across the frozen lake of the Qammutiq Flats. Milky streaks stretched across the sky, signaling the beginning of dawn. She leaned further into the sleeping body of Balan, seeking warmth from the freshly fallen snow. The faithful Tokota had been away from home for days now, trying to help her catch a wild Tokota at last. The silence was peaceful, but she knew she couldn’t stay in it for long. The wilds wouldn’t wait for her to enjoy the scenery.
She glanced over at the sound of shifting, watching as her clan mate opened his icy eyes, still curled up in the curve of Axalius body. The Tokota glanced up from the snow at his handler, pushing his nose into the man’s shoulder in greeting. Inka smiled a little at the display of affection.
“Taro dawn is here. We should get going.” She looked back at Balan, gently stroking the sphinx’s neck to stir him. A groan from her clan mate had her rolling h