Hoshor Plains Some people just don't have a rock bottom (I guess that's you)

It was difficult for Raiyuk to find his footing here, oddly. There were too many camps to drift between; some needed more aid than others to get prepared, which was a woman's job but Raiyuk was well-suited to taking orders and doing heavy lifting as required, so he tried to balance his time among the various groups that he knew. Most of his time was initially spent with the Moontide camp; then he drifted among the people until a friendly face looked to be in need, or someone asked for his help. When he neared the Moonglow camp he was already getting pretty tired—and the hunt had not yet happened yet!

He passed a woman who looked lost, or maybe she was looking for someone to talk to, or something to get busy with. In any regard Raiyuk wanted to be of use, so he drifted towards her and watched as she smiled to some passing hunters, then a gaggle of youths he did not recognize; some stopped to make nice, but most of the people were preoccupied.

The young man came up near to her and cleared his throat, not wanting to surprise her. He gave a bow of his head to her and smiled thinly, the way his father Chakliux often did when he confronted other adults. I greet you. You are not familiar to me — ah, which village do you call home?

Perhaps she was not from one of the moon villages at all, but she was so near Moonglow's camp and appeared quite friendly with many of the people as they worked.