Ijiraq

Ijiraq is a Hostile Fae/Spirit of the Arctic tundra, a solitary shapeshifter that preys on the disoriented and the lonely. In the field this presence reads like a cold weather front: the air carries the damp, iron-sweet scent of peat and old seal oil; the sound is a high, sliding keening that often mimics a lost child or a distant human voice; the temperature drops abruptly around it, breathing frosting the air and numbing fingers within moments. Tracks may appear and erase themselves over lichen, and familiar landmarks seem to skew at dusk—small details a naturalist learns to note before the landscape turns against you.