Whitewater Gorge Come to me after peace restores

"I as well" Zola would proclaim, raising a paw to press it to her chest. It would make a fitting tribute to Easthollow "but share, yes. I share... vessel?" she questioned, slowly pronouncing the word with a thick tongue. It must mean body. "I share vessel." The woman would go on with a nod, correcting herself accordingly.

"Then we hunt as equals" she'd say, her eyes following the blood trail. Sometimes prey made it too easy. The snow was brutal to her, yet the path it weaved would assist her new tribe. "I keep to back" her eyes returned to the pretty pale woman "I stand out like warthog at water hole." And so very easy to spot... She wondered if she could roll in the snow and make it stick to her.