Hoshor Plains i sit and listеn, i polish plates until they gleam and glistеn

pleased with the prospect of valiant joining moonglow and perhaps vairë, kukutux found herself outside the healing camp once more, directing supplies to where the other packs had made their stead.

it felt a rare moment that moonmother found ariadne away from kigipigak and she did not hesitate to join her daughter at the carcass, drawing her teeth in experienced movements to slice more deeply.

softly she began a working-song, one maybe remembered from childhood;

careful now, the herd is sleeping
wandering tired from a day of leaping
hush! listen? what do you hear?
i hear the hunters returning near
they will be tired from a day of leaping
quiet, children, the hunters are sleeping