Ocean's Breath Plateau Safe and sound…finally

worry crossed the face of moonmother as she stood to guide reina and tuft into the camp.

they carried young wolves, weakened to the eye. kukutux immediately set about warming the two, emaciated from hunger, sand clinging to their mouths.

"there is fish drying beside the river. bring it, bring water. we will make them a broth," she decided, wonder and wariness vying in her gaze.