Deepwood Weald Life is ours, we live it our way.

focused as he was upon the renewed sound of ciri's laughter, upon their hunting and the possibility of trade, chakliux did not immediately understand the look upon her face. 
he caught tonguetip between teeth; belatedly did his brow furrow.
"has something happened in moonglow?" was that why ciri sped so fast to the moon woman? chakliux had little investment in the spine-pack; it was where he had met nasamik and taken her to wife but it was also the place where the sun-man had injured him.
still he paused, listening.