Firefly Glen Emaite

Samani had not yet experienced hunting with a stranger, and most certainly had not with a stranger who looked that way. 

Her jadestone gaze was fixed on the quail. Her heart raced as she thought of the prayers she would offer to send the small-bird spirit to the dancing lights. She did not see the other hunter. The moon child still had much to learn before she would be a proficient hunter. This was an opportunity for knowledge. 

Samani sprang from her hiding place, trained on the quail. If the other hunter timed their approach just right, they might find success in one of the fleeing feathered beasts. Samani’s eyes fixed on a plump one and her teeth parted.