Golden Glade Mitsik

When Antha spoke again, it was with words of kindness. She believed that the lands would be fruitful for them. He trusted what she had to say. Issorartuyok did not wish to imagine that he could lead the Duskfire wolves to anything worse than what had plagued their glacier.

It will be good to bring them to something that is hopeful, the man said with a smile. The dark brown of his gaze fixed on Antha. He was grateful to have found her company in the wilderness. The northerner could not help but hope that she would consider staying with their village.

What do you think of the young ones? he thought to ask. Issorartuyok was fond of each one. He could not help but feel that they had accomplished a great deal by scouting so far from their home.