Wapun Meadow A bed of flowers, a good place for a nap

Her smile held. Then I will flush.

As they fell in step together, Taktuq signalled for the stranger to keep in pace at her side, rather than follow at her heels. The burrows would be a good lope away and since they were walking there — after all, where was the rush? — they would have time to talk.

Are you a dispersal from a pack beyond the mountains? she nodded to the Western range that rose behind Swiftcurrent and split their valley from the flatlands on the other side. She knew some came from farther away, like her father and his family. Either would be of great interest, for each story was often one of new beginnings, and new beginnings often brought stories with the promise of hope.