Hoshor Plains wind side

He listened. She used words for things he had never heard before.

When he was about to ask about the word volcano she explained that it was something sunken, like a mountain but not like a mountain. This only further intrigued him, and did not lend much to clarity.

Then she spoke of hard times. Raiyuk felt the thread of conversation shifting.

It is the same in my home. He leaned with Bronte's help now, lessening the pressure on his bruised hip. I think that is why I chose to hunt the bison. I am meant to be home, tending to my father's lodge. Instead he was here, and he had been injured — perhaps some spirit had taken notice.