Hoshor Plains out of the ground i rise to grace

a downed man.

kukutux murmured her sunshine words over him, bundles of medicine unpacked.

she worked to make him comfortable, but encouraged the others not to move him. "he has been kicked," she told phox softly. "stay here with him. the hunters will turn the herds."

a skin was brought and worked beneath the injured young man; only then did kukutux signal to phox and to the others that he could be moved back to the healing camp.