Deepwood Weald [m] red flax

it infuriated cen, how they looked to chakliux and not to him. it made sense that they would, and yet the caribou hunter felt displaced by the fact they all spoke the same way, and he did not.

the seal man continued to translate. dutch said he would let her go if it was her choice. his wife said she was welcome.

but his cousin slipped from the long trees, and stood with him. cen was surprised! he had not expected that she would do this; he had expected that she would remain with dutch and reject the unknown ways he brought.

the caribou hunter looked at sulukinak with gloating pride, then the seal wolf, then the others. "cousin, tell your man that we are leaving in seven weeks." he slighted the ice point wolf, feeling magnanimous now that he had what he wanted. "come to the village or stay here, you decide this. but when we leave, we are lanzadoii." he faced the glower of the seal hunter. 

"it is only a matter of time before he wants her for a second wife," cen loudly accused, not caring if it was translated or not. his eyes burnt between chakliux and dutch. "if he did not keep company with fish eaters, i would not care! but i know what is in men. if there is a hunter for her, he will be caribou."

with that, cen backed several heavy and deliberate paces, indicating he meant to leave with no intention of returning.

his eyes glittered with triumph.