Panther Park windbloom

Her ajaw had found her sisters! At this, she couldn’t help the fullbody jitter and a quick wave of the white capped tail, the excitement wishing her to turn in quick circles like a cyclone, or a tempest whirlpool. She wanted to, but she did not.

She had the hold on her instinct. Mother had taught her that.

That is good! It brought relief to her, to know that some of her sisters had returned to the side of their ajaw. The Holcan were capable, she trusted their judgement above all else, but it was good to know.

I have a liking for this place already. Canyons are open. And Kaelan, windblown, speed loving Kaelan, could gallop to her hearts content through the great passages of canyons and never grow tired.

I will go at once, if ajaw wishes. She still itched to run, but spending time with her ajaw was never remiss, as fervently as Kaelan had always followed.