Duskfire Glacier greed

Some words she had become familiar with. Look. She looked. Follow. She understood this, too. She slowed a beat, but it seemed he was alright with her leading. More things were said, the rest beyond her full comprehension, but for the word go. She picked up the pace, she went. Back to the animals and where it was they had been.

It was easy to retrace her own steps. The path was fresh, and the wind at their backs seemed to only make their progress quicker. And soon enough, the miles were eaten away and the herd again stood before them, grazing. Sunday Morning desired to bring Red Woman here, with Mountain Boulder.

But she was content today to do as hunters did, and assess. Sunday Morning jogged casually toward the herd, her presence and her way not causing much alarm among the group. She peered to her companion, to see what it was he would do once among them.