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turned and signaled a cutting action across her throat. The riggers worked quickly
to reduce sail as Cameron Miller applied the brake, his body adding weight to the
rear-
Aklaq jumped clear as the sled skidded to a stop. Cautiously he approached the object while Mackenzie and crew scanned the horizon. The Inuit knelt, his inspection lasting several moments before standing and staring east.
Mackenzie joined him. On the ground lay the remains of an adult polar bear, its exposed rib cage dark with congealed blood. “What is it, Aklaq? What do you see?”
The Inuit pointed. “Wyrm sign.”
The woman noted a faint trail, a shallow depression almost obliterated by the blowing snow, leading toward an ice shelf in the distance.
“This is a recent kill,” he said. “The wyrm is close.”
Rejoining the crew of the ice-
Topping a gentle rise, both Aklaq and Mackenzie spotted their prey simultaneously.
A sharp hand-
Before an outcropping of ice lay a wyrm, its body coiled in the repose of sleep,
its pale gray scales rising and falling with each shallow breath. Mackenzie judged
it to be young, nowhere near adult size, but old enough to be free of a mother’s
watchful eye. It was more than enough for their needs. Taking position behind the
harpoon gun, she carefully released the safety and checked the well-
“Here we go,” she said, more to herself than to the Inuit beside her. The harpoon had limited range and the wyrm one vulnerable spot, making a fatal first strike paramount. A miss, and all hell would break loose. She signaled the approach.
The riggers slowly laid out sail as the ice-
Mackenzie counted the seconds as they closed. She swiveled the harpoon gun and aimed for its throat as the gentle scrape of the sled, its vibrations amplified across the thick ice, alerted it to danger.
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