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One of the puppies in your tokota’s pack (or tribe) has lost its parents, and no one seems prepared to step in and care for it during the harsh winter months when food is already so scarce. Until the puppy is old enough to care for itself, your tokota must nurture it and answer its needs.

Aqtuquaq Forest

The snow covered ground with a deep layer that slowed down Takoda’s march. His paws constantly sunk into the white mass, predator’s body was too heavy to stay on the surface. The walk was tiring. Koda stopped to rest for a few minutes, to catch his breath, to listen to the echoing silence that fell onto the dark, conifer forest. For a while the male felt as if the freezing cold has killed all animals and spared only him, a lone hunter. There were no signs, smells nor sounds of prey.

A weak gust of wind moved a branch, a couple of snowflakes slowly fell down to the tokota’s head. Takoda inhaled, hoping that air movement would bring any scent.

Nothing, the chill just pinched his nostrils.

Then he heard a rustle, not far away. Immediately he followed the sound, fighting with snowdrifts one meter deep. Soon he reached an area easier to cover, with thinner layer of white fluff. There were clear tracks, elk hooves imprinted in the snow.

A chance to succeed during this hunt.

The male moved forward, smelling the track. Trotting, he realized something odd. He knew this scent, it was not an ordinary elk. It reminded the long lost friend, the companion who had lived with Takoda until one accident, when the animals had been separated by humans.

But why would he be here? It was impossible. And dangerous. Why would he even enter tokota hunting grounds? Takoda’s heart trembled. He had to find his friend and protect him. The curly male ran through the path set down by hooves tracks. Frozen stream, entangled branches of broken trees, slippery ravines. There were no obstacles enough tiring, enough dangerous to stop him now. Fear and longing sneaked into tokota’s mind.

He was so close.

Yet, the trail went dead.

The confused tokota stopped and whimpered. Was he lead astray? Was he not good enough at tracking animals? Helpless animal looked around. How could an elk so big just disappear…?

But then, a whimper replied. Takoda jerked, surprised by an unexpected sound. It was a puppy, certainly. The male realized it was in danger – such cold, unwelcoming area was not a proper place for it. The brown tokota began to search for the unfortunate young.

“Where are you…?” Koda hurriedly looked around the area. “Please, call me once more!” He urged. The pup made sounds again and with huge relief Takoda localized it. The small creature exhibited weird anatomy – the puppy’s legs were not built proportionally. Dwarf tokota? The brown male curled around its body to warm it up. He came up to a conclusion that a wild female had left its offspring because of the defect and prolonged winter. Maybe that mother realized she won’t be able to raise a disabled puppy in unfavorable conditions.

But surely the humans would be able to help it. Takoda waited a bit, until the nursling got warm and life forces came back to it. He gently picked it up and headed back home to show his finding to Sura.

Description
ReQuay

One of the puppies in your tokota’s pack (or tribe) has lost its parents, and no one seems prepared to step in and care for it during the harsh winter months when food is already so scarce. Until the puppy is old enough to care for itself, your tokota must nurture it and answer its needs.

Aqtuquaq Forest

The snow covered ground with a deep layer that slowed down Takoda’s march. His paws constantly sunk into the white mass, predator’s body was too heavy to stay on the surface. The walk was tiring. Koda stopped to rest for a few minutes, to catch his breath, to listen to the echoing silence that fell onto the dark, conifer forest. For a while the male felt as if the freezing cold has killed all animals and spared only him, a lone hunter. There were no signs, smells nor sounds of prey.

A weak gust of wind moved a branch, a couple of snowflakes slowly fell down to the tokota’s head. Takoda inhaled, hoping that air movement would bring any scent.

Nothing, the chill just pinched his nostrils.

Then he heard a rustle, not far away. Immediately he followed the sound, fighting with snowdrifts one meter deep. Soon he reached an area easier to cover, with thinner layer of white fluff. There were clear tracks, elk hooves imprinted in the snow.

A chance to succeed during this hunt.

The male moved forward, smelling the track. Trotting, he realized something odd. He knew this scent, it was not an ordinary elk. It reminded the long lost friend, the companion who had lived with Takoda until one accident, when the animals had been separated by humans.

But why would he be here? It was impossible. And dangerous. Why would he even enter tokota hunting grounds? Takoda’s heart trembled. He had to find his friend and protect him. The curly male ran through the path set down by hooves tracks. Frozen stream, entangled branches of broken trees, slippery ravines. There were no obstacles enough tiring, enough dangerous to stop him now. Fear and longing sneaked into tokota’s mind.

He was so close.

Yet, the trail went dead.

The confused tokota stopped and whimpered. Was he lead astray? Was he not good enough at tracking animals? Helpless animal looked around. How could an elk so big just disappear…?

But then, a whimper replied. Takoda jerked, surprised by an unexpected sound. It was a puppy, certainly. The male realized it was in danger – such cold, unwelcoming area was not a proper place for it. The brown tokota began to search for the unfortunate young.

“Where are you…?” Koda hurriedly looked around the area. “Please, call me once more!” He urged. The pup made sounds again and with huge relief Takoda localized it. The small creature exhibited weird anatomy – the puppy’s legs were not built proportionally. Dwarf tokota? The brown male curled around its body to warm it up. He came up to a conclusion that a wild female had left its offspring because of the defect and prolonged winter. Maybe that mother realized she won’t be able to raise a disabled puppy in unfavorable conditions.

But surely the humans would be able to help it. Takoda waited a bit, until the nursling got warm and life forces came back to it. He gently picked it up and headed back home to show his finding to Sura.