Deepwood Weald histriophoca

he didn't know? well, he was a man, so perhaps her mother had been right that the harvest was a women's secret.

still, she wanted to be sure she did it right, here. it was the only way to keep the cubs safe.

her expression was owlish as she watched him probe at the log, and she blinked at him, innocent enough.

to keep sedna away. did he really not know? the sea is far from here, so we cannot offer them to her for an early harvest. but, there is time.

the look on his face was one of confusion. the cubs. she will want them.

before they turned one year old, that's what her mother said. they would have so many for sedna to choose from—sulukinak yawned and her teeth shined beneath the vague glow that emanated through the weald.