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Heph nodded firmly. "Thanks. Two'll be plenty." While there was always more to cache summer was a good season in its own right, even when the herds were stronger and not weakened by winter.

She squinted down the horizon. "If we follow the coast I know an easy way through the gilded bay." That would take them to the Iktome plains and while the many potholes made for treacherous footing the land was flat enough that dragging carcasses would be easier.