Hoshor Plains ommatophoca

that he spoke the name of his friend, this easy, went in one ear and out the other. she thought he meant his travel had been such, and held no comment. but when he spoke of being homeless, sulukinak felt her jaw tighten; she knew how that felt, although she now had dutch and was content.

the question of her own family made the furs between her shoulder blades prickle slightly, although it would not be visible given her position. she thought of her brothers, she thought of her mother and her painted face — and then she thought of dutch.

yes. there, with a lift of her nose she motioned across the river to another camp. ... they are moonsong. she decided not to speak on the fates of her brothers, because they were so uncertain and it would only hurt her to think about.

it is a busy place. she did not clarify if she meant moonsong or this hunt upon the plains, as both seemed equally overwhelming to her.