Dahozhoni Meadow This one comes

The way in which this woman spoke was familiar to Ko'a and her golden-backed ears perked with curiosity. The sun is hardest on dark backs. 

This one is Ko'a. She spoke, touching a paw to her chest. And you- She points with that same paw, Kusuma speak like Tribe. Is Kusuma Tribe? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Maybe she just lived near and happened to speak a familiar tongue. But the Tribe was a wandering lot. They came and went, traded and traveled.