The Elders had agreed that if the Vikings were getting too close, the Dorset tribe would be forced to abandon their village
and retreat into the mountains.
Qannaq would serve as their guide. His venerable hunting and tracking skills were unparalleled in the tribe.
Torngusac, though only a boy, would serve to translate the Viking beserker's words should they proove usefull.
Kirima would serve as the eyes and ears of the Elders. Though Qannaq was wise beyond his years, the Elders knew that Kirima would serve their purposes more effectively on the plains of Baffin Island.
As everyone was preparing to disembark a small white arctic fox walked into the hut. Qannaq and the Thule Boy seemed completely unalarmed at the foxes brazeness. Oddlog, however, licks his lips hunfgrily until the fox lifts its head.
It's eyes glow red in the light of Qannaq's fire.
Oddlog draws his sword and stands in front of Kirima shouting.
djöfull!!! djöfull!!! djöfull!!!!!
Torngusac smiles at the fox and translates...
Devil!
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