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The moon child mimicked her mother carefully, following and stopping in all the same places so that she could test them for herself. The fragrance of the deer was remarkable. Samani thought that it must have taken a great deal of restraint to work together to hunt one, for the urge to spring ahead was poignant inside her.

Are the caribou like brother deer? Samani asked of her mother. Her eyes flitted toward the pale woman curiously. She had learned enough of the ungulates to know that they shared the same paws, hard things that printed upon the earth. They traveled together – herds. Small things, Samani had pieced together on her own.