Deepwood Weald Little weasels with tails of white

Heph separated from him, but he admired that about her. They could easily fit into a routine the two of them. He actually wished she would hunt with all of moonglow during their caribou hunts. He felt she would do well. He wondered at that. He studied her as she came nearer.

Upon her shoulders were two just as he and he grinned.

We always do well when we hunt together. Thank you for that Heph.

He tilted his neck and watched as snow fell from the sky to land upon teh ground. A gentle dusting easily and quickly melted, but it was there all the same. Winter was upon them now.