Ocean's Breath Plateau There's Peace in the searching sometimes

She kept weight off her shoulder and yet she could feel her strength returning, the bruising on her ribs subsiding as breath came easier. Panuk she watched and played with, taught games and hunting. Rolayne remained in Moonspear and she tried her best not to worry. Heph had been born into a large family, though her parents had loved and provided for them memories of stories and lessons taught, the first cricket she caught were twined with her elder brothers and sisters and their watchful indulgent gazes.

As she wandered she skirted the area of Samani's death ulaq, occassionally the wolf would return to it but often she avoided the marker leaving it shrouded in a reverent sort of hush only to hear the tide. Her attention caught, russet brown fur. A long breath. She canted her path away to dig up a cache and missed his words to the wind, and returned dropping a pair of rabbits down between them as she sat by his side.