K1A1 looks to Freya and then to the caribou, still mingling in the valley.

“Yes, essentially. I will drive them forward, along the border.”

She then moves her large head to the east, motioning to a small bend on the Inlet side of the border, a blind spot to the caribou if they were to rush towards it, as K1A1 would ensure.

“Go just around the bend there, and when they round the corner—charge them.”

K1A1 pauses, visualizing the scenario, and attempting to anticipate any maneuvers they could make that would disrupt their grand plan.

“With you in front and me behind, they should cross the border and scatter.”

K1A1 felt reasonably assured this would work. The only hitch would be Freya’s timing. Too soon and the caribou would scatter on the Inlet side of the border, and it would be very difficult to gather them together again. Too late and they would end up having to chase them across at a different spot, proving to be slightly more dangerous given the landscape.

“Are you ready?”

K1A1