Hoshor Plains but I kinda like her style

sumac did not wish to face the noisy throng alone, and kukutux understood this in some ways. her village had always been filled with voices, with song, with laughter, the cries of infants. but this was different, and she nodded to easy.

"i will say this to them," she told the blackbear, already considering the mother a companion of her own.

"i will see you again, both of you," kukutux murmured, before she stepped back. "that rise there," and she pointed to where the young moonglow women had taken the children, "will be the best place to watch if you do not wish to join."

a smile for them; moonmother would drift back to the healing camp soon thereafter.