Moonspear Mitsik

The mountain was mighty in size. Its snowy peaks stretched overhead until clouds concealed the top.

Kannoyak walked with pheasant in his mouth. He had visited with the Moonwoman in the village in the stone nest. She had been kind to him and had given him much to think about. The green of her eyes had been knowing. The white hunter was confident that he belonged in the Teekon wilds.

Drawing near one of the paths on the mountain, the plum-eyed hunter paused. He placed the bird at his paws and sniffed the air. There were several wolves. The raindrop woman had collected her followers with ease, he imagined.

Picking the bird up, Kannoyak searched for the woman with hawk eyes.