Dawnlark Plains lvi. ‘cause all that remains

she kissed wilwarin's soft head, marvelling at how the child had grown. the cloudberry woman's voice was exuberant and filled with relief. "we are moving to winter hunting grounds, following the pannik." she gestured to the grand expanse of land between them now and the edge of the tall and beautiful glacier. "there will be many hooves. we will have much meat to share with duskfire village."

"wintersbane is chieftain there. he is friend to moonglow. we will ask him for a 'yes' to settle nearby."

her eyes could not keep from lótë's wounds. "we searched all paths beside moonglow. i had fear in me that —" but she bit her lip and told herself it did not matter. "you are here with us now. come. we will bring you to rest."