Whitebark Stream You turn every head but you don't see me.

Southerners were not a common commodity, from what Anokhi knew. She turned an inquisitive eye to Dawn, curious as to where she'd heard these names. Akuti, I know that name, she replied with a nod. It was a name rarely mentioned and often forgotten, especially in her own adulthood. It's what my janani was called. How do you know it? She began to swell with excitement, wondering if another one of her tribe had made the journey north.

Figuring that it was of little importance, however Dawn might reply, she turned her attention to Artyom. You don't speak much, she commented, sharing with him a smile, How come? Anokhi began to preen the fur on her forepaw while she awaited a response.