K1A1 churned along, keeping one ear fastened to Freya as she spoke of caribou and wolves. She had seen these caribou herself—four of them she last counted—more than likely here to feast upon the emerging vegetation, now that the harshest part of winter was coming to an end. They were undoubtedly quite hungry, and so would the wolves that surely followed. Freya was right, and K1A1 knew it. Four caribou would not be enough to satiate an entire pack. They would turn their noses to the herd and make meals of them all if something was not done.

“Indeed I can.”

K1A1 halted suddenly and swiveled on her haunches, facing in the direction of the Bay. She could see the four caribou gathered in the valley on the Inlet side of the border, foraging together. She paused a moment to strategize, deciding that with Freya’s help she might be able to keep the caribou moving in a single direction, instead of temporarily scattering them.

“If you wouldn’t mind assisting me, we could drive the entire herd across the border, encouraging them to stay there.”

K1A1