Moonspear Unâk

The raindrop woman’s voice was not something that softened Kannoyak’s pride. He swelled greater at her words.

Chakliux understood! It was their way. It would have been a different matter, if the white hunter was not capable of contributing to the Moonspear village. He contributed, though. Kannoyak had hunted and carried the bodies of his prey to the mountain to feed the wolves in the village. He would do it again and again. The white hunter had already planned on starting his pathmaking duties – to Brecheliant.

If Chakliux sought to know if Kannoyak thought Sialuk was beautiful, he would see a flicker of interest in the hunter’s plum gaze.

Kannoyak had found himself smitten by two women. The raindrop woman of the mountain was strong in his mind, but there was another… a dark-furred woman in a village on the caldera. He thought of her, too.

To the wolves who had gathered in the place of healing, he did not speak. Kannoyak simply stood with a smile, pleased to hear the raindrop woman tease at them.