Sun Mote Copse Take Yourself Home part.II

The apology wasn’t accepted exactly—Cenric had taken note of her wording—but it wasn’t dismissed either. Her answer is satisfactory, albeit ambiguous. As long he kept tempers at bay, things would be fine for the time being.

The golden woman went on about their hunting grounds. She guessed there whereabouts first, to which he replied with a nod and a hum. Their prey were past the mountain, Niamh stated, and a straight path leading to their domain. It’s easily avoidable, considering they had miles of unclaimed land on their own side. Thank you for the information. You won’t need to worry about us hunting on your lands. He’d have to let the family know as soon as he could. The last thing they needed was more conflict.

His eyes drifted down to Primrose for a brief moment, who had fallen asleep. Conversations regarding pack business was a child’s lullaby, Cenric thought. Perhaps that was his que to leave and let the mother tuck her boy to sleep, but the discussion wasn’t over just yet. Niamh asked about the elk. An unexpected question indeed.

His gaze returned to the woman. We only hunt the cows and their young, he started, The bulls are a sacred symbol to us. They bore the antlers, a sign of the High Elk.