Daytime
Kipek ran, looking over his shoulder constantly. He heard another roar and leaped up into a tree, just in time as an angry grizzly lumbered past, sniffing loudly. Kipek climbed higher than ever, digging his fingernails hard into the smooth bark of the weeping willow he was climbing in. He had been trying to find a good shelter to keep his things in, when he accidently wandered into a mother grizzly's den. She had roared so loud that it made his ears hurt, then started chasing him. The worst thing was that it was right after winter, so the grizzly had just woken up from hibernation and was really hungry. Kipek had ran fast, but luckily his wolf reflexes and knowledge of this section of the forest helped him get away from the sleepy bear. The mother bear looked up and saw him, Kipek whimpered slightly, like a wolf does when it's scared, and he climbed a bit higher. The mother grizzly reared, but Kipek was just out of reach, and she was too tired to climb and needed to get back to her babies. The bear growled as a warning, scratched the willow's bark, then thundered away, huffing. Kipek sighed with great relief, seeing as he didn't want his life to end as grizzly food. After about half an hour, Kipek jumps from the tree and starts following the bear's footprints, in order to find the things he dropped while running. Soon, he found his satchel, sack, homemade bow and arrows, and his sharpened spear/knife. He trudged towards the broken meadows, always alert and looking around for more danger. Kipek soon spotted a young buck, and though skinny, Kipek knew that the large deer's meat could easily last him and his pack for at least a day. Pulling back his bow, he took aim at the deer's neck and shot. With a sharp whistle of wind and moan of pain and surprise, the deer fell to the ground, its legs sitting limply on the ground. Kipek raced to the deer's body, then carefully pulled the arrow out, then looked into the deer's large brown eyes. "Do you give me permission for your healthy meat to sustain me?" Kipek asked quietly, his voice slightly hoarse from little use. The deer's eyes fluttered, but as Kipek looked into them, he could see the deer's Dlaw, or soul, just about to depart to the animal spirit world. The Dlaw nodded, and finally the deer's last breaths of life faded, and the Dlaw flew away, as light as a feather. Kipek smiled slightly then found some vines and a good, large oak, so he tighed the deer's body around one of the strongest and thickest branches, knowing that when night fell, he and the pack would have a feast...