Verdigris Ravine Clan

sons. daughters.

the tribe would go on.

the clan would go on.

outside the den, zoug ignored the procession of s'ari and perhaps koa, but with the first's voice did his own twine, tightly, proudly.

the coyote sang his song long into the night, exhorting the spirits with thanks until sky paled to grey.

then he would creep off to hunt for candle, though not before sweeping the nestled four with a soft single eye one last time before he returned.