Hoshor Plains magenta rhododendron

Luckily, for both clueless hunters, Seal was quick to take charge. Matteo moved closer until he was a comfortable distance to her, eyeing Bronte to see that she did the same. 

Ears pricked, he listened intently as Seal began to speak of the spirits found inside each living thing. In passing from the wolves of Moontide he had heard mention of such beliefs, but he had never given it much thought before. Nevertheless, he tried to keep an open mind.

Her touch was gentle, yet it startled him with a jolt. It was mildly uncomfortable to think that some higher being might decide who lived and who died. What if Pinga judged him wrongly? Would she send a bison to aide in his untimely demise?

Matteo took a deep breath and shut his eyes as instructed, wishing Pinga to extend her blessings to Raiyuk and the other hunters and to the many bison that would soon be felled, opening them soon after to thank the young woman for her wisdom.