Swiftcurrent Creek elephants with lights

Jinx had gone, thrown out of the Creek to be upon her Mountain, and shortly Lecter would follow suit, once he had tied up his ends with the Vale. The day found him sorting his piles of herbs into those that had moldered into dust and those still fresh enough to bring with him. Coupled with his constant access to Xi'nuata's lands, for that was how he thought of them, the shaman would have enough herbs to replenish the Mountain's new caches several times over.

Fox's presence was expected, and he welcomed her with a low chuff. Her red fur glowed in the gloom surrounded his den; he rose from where he had been sorting his sacred bones into various groups. Icewater eyes met her own briefly, but the shaman said nothing, knowing fully why she had come.