Moonspear And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains

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kukutux wished to mount a demurring sound to his insistence of debt. she was happy to give what she had granted; he was a man of moonspear now, and a hunter. one day he might even add his blood to the lines that crossed the mountain. it was fulfillment enough for the duck to serve. but she did not think bronco would accept such an idea, and so she remarked nothing.

a smile curved her mouth; the woman dipped her head and backed some feet. he lay curled in half-slumber, and her jadestone eyes lingered on the young bear's strong lines only a moment before she turned her face away. "sleep well, bronco." with a glance to the domeway he had indicated, making note of it, the healer slipped away and was swallowed by the swaying green trees.