Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

These days, yes. Moonglow was old, established. Many of their number joined other villages, or sought something else. Mentally, Vairë considered some form of recruitment measures, something beyond marriage. Then, she pushed the thought away.

There is my aunt, Shikoba. Her children, Chiteo and Ajei. My little brothers, Arrluk, Kassuq, and Massaraq. Kivaluk, our first hunter, is the son of my mother’s wife. His intended, Chickadee, is babysitting the children here. Of course there is taataa, Aiolos, he is sunman. He is my father, a steady presence and just as warm as the sun. There is my littermate too, Inkalorë, they are an experienced traveller. She looked across the crowds of wolves with a smile.

We are small, smaller than most of the packs here, but it works for us.