King Elk Forest summisse

He kept his distance.
Calhoun's words rung in her mind then. About his pelt...about the High Elk.
Good.

She dipped her head, spectating him with caution.
The plant. Yeah. "I'll know if it will be useful in the spring," she smiled softly.
She hoped the stem would flourish with leaves, and the summer would yield the buds containing those bright red petals, ready for the autumn again.

Disgrace.
She looked away from him. She shouldn't talk to him...she might not be accepted. The High Elk won't grace her and she'll be homeless again.
But...what if he is accepted?
Sacnite looked back to Germanicus.
"Are you going to partake in the ritual in spring?"
She was almost scared to ask. Would he think she'd been brainwashed or something?
All she could do is hold his gaze.