Deepwood Weald Kaggik

The cry from the girl rattled the white hunter. He swallowed at the growing lump in his throat. Something was very wrong with one of her legs. It had only been discovered by an attempt to move them. Had adrenaline aided her that much? She hadn’t known until that moment, it seemed. 

The moonwoman said that Moontide was closest. Kannoyak lifted his head to Moonglow, wondering if this was accurate. Would it not have been better to take the girl to her mother’s hearth? 

It wasn’t for the cottongrass man to decide. 

Kannoyak positioned himself beside the injured young woman and braced his shoulders to carry her weight.