Verdigris Ravine the call

She dipped her head in turn. Reshura. You Sahri-kin, yes? she knew no term for 'brother' or sister, only of kin. They were all kin.

The black-pelted desert dweller's tail wagged softly, sniffing her once more. Remember scent, to wind. Must remember for wind-whispers and earth-pulls, earth-feelings. She could see in the dark with those, ensure that regardless of blacksky or silversky that there was no one Kusuma couldn't recognize. And if she didn't, well - greater problems awaited her.

I bring Plants for Tribe. Do not know what do, but sand beneath paws say is Plant for Tribekin.