Hoshor Plains eumetopias

the woman remained wary, her body a curved shadow among the soft voices wavering in the oak-glen.

moonmother prepared a meal of duck fat and the last of the dried fish brought from moonglow. no more would be prepared until the bison had been felled and the butchering had begun. 

this camp then would be filled with gristle and sinew and singing voices, she hoped, as they scraped the hides and soaked them in the river behind.

she piled these things upon bark; she offered them to the paungak. "you are one of ariadne's?" kukutux asked politely, turning her eyes away as not to be thought staring.