Whitebark Stream samna ⧏

Foxfur followed her, watching as she picked a path for them to where she would offer what he needed. He thought of Sialuk and wondered how the Moonwoman’s child was faring with the journey away from their homeland and into unknown terrain. He had not seen her in quite some time. The warrior hoped that she was well.

The Moonwoman offered him instruction. He listened with a solemn nod of his head.

She spoke of his role as a warrior. There was a heavy weight felt with her words. Foxfur was not certain how she had come upon the talent for speaking the right thing at the right time. It served her well, though.

How has the clan been? Are things well here? he asked of her. The company of the Moonwoman was respected. He appreciated her presence and her thoughtful nature. She had a level-headedness to the things she shared that he could not help but admire.