Hoshor Plains my wings beneath your breeze

valiant's face had become a familiar one at moonglow camp.

bison snorting in the great distance accompanied the footfalls of the man she thought might become her ninauga, though the duck was careful to keep her thoughts from proceeding too far upon this matter.

the son of easy was not alone; a young woman stood beside him when moonmother turned from gathering tussocks of stubborn grass from beneath a reclining-pelt.

"it is good to see your face, valiant," kukutux said in formal greeting. "i welcome you," her voice said to the she-wolf beside him, her eyes curious as she invited them both to sit with her beneath the overhang of the branches waving gently as breezes curled through the camp itself.