Lost Creek Hollow Gold thread

The wolf-not-all-wolf drew nearer, interest in his eyes and forward ears as he came. He hints to the pelt of fox, another canine of their own, yet seen often as lesser still. Lesser then even the coyote. Yet a dead fox was a dead fox, with or without its beautiful fur. At least now it was being of use. 

It is this ones first time, northerner. Yet will come again, if you have interest. Ko'a seeks fatty meats of the herds to feed the Tribe's pregnant women. She pauses, frowning a bit. Yet he says he did not have anything. She wonders if he is holding out on her. Surely his pack had a cache nearby? 

Ksura, this one has the name Ko'a. She smiles deeply. The courting season has done well for the Tribe. How has it faired you? She said with a toying gaze.