Wheeling Gull Isle neakita flower

As young as Mojag was, as excitable and easily waylaid by childish notions, he had always been aware. Mindful of others in a way that came easily to some children. Heda's brief flare of emotion was hard to miss.

Her question was met with a small shrug. He went away when I was really little. I want to be a good hunter one day like my mother and so I thought... I could do that. I could find him and make him stay. It seemed like a natural progression of events to him.

I guess I'm not very good after all. The boy murmured lowly, realizing how far off-track he'd ended up.