Silverlight Terrace Pisok

Their fallen cow was silenced with the grip of eager fangs. Her kicking ceased.

Breathing heavily, the white hunter lifted his head and gazed upon the wolves who had helped to bring her down. They had been strong. They had succeeded without injury or mistake. It was pride that swelled in his chest, then.

Good hunt, he offered in compliment to the hunter woman and to the young wolf who had helped to bring the cow down. Chakliux had danced with the stag. To him, Kannoyak’s plum gaze wandered. He hoped that the other hunter might retreat from his game. They should feast on their spoils together and then call for the other wolves of their village.