The Heartwood nanukigun

He sounded defeated already! They had only just arrived here, and he pined for the river, but wasn't going to follow-through. It only further cemented what Tulukiri thought of these people.

She continued to stalk along, finding little trace of deer, rabbit, or anything beyond the strong smell of fox in the wilderness around them.

I could do it, she decided.

The river would freeze over so it would not be for fishing. The caribou hunt had our stores fully stocked, even with what we brought with us. It would last in to the winter - maybe through it, if numbers were small enough. And we could hunt the maplewood! The more and more she plotted to Lestan, the less boastful it became, the less about her and the more about them.

She hardly noticed.