Cedar Sweep I dropped the berry in a stream

Ragna was impressed by Saena's memory and her age. Though in truth Saena was only a year older than her, she seemed much more knowledgable. Pleased though she was, though, Ragna did not respond. She could not think of anything worth while, and merely smiled gratefully. Ragna had yet to meet many children of the wilds, but she knew they must have been out there, despite the number of wolves that immigrated to the land.

Her companion asked for her reason for joining the Malkaria. A fair question, considering their stalwart beliefs and their exotic origin. They are accepting, she said sheepishly. They were the only ones who had ever given her a name for how she felt, neither male nor female, but both and neither at once.