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A dark shape crept ‘round the hill towards him. Fjall rose from where he had been reclined and straightened appropriately, giving his yellowed pelt a shake.

The sentry said nothing – only watched him with burning copper eyes that bade him to speak. I, I greet you, he stammered out, thrown by the lack of greeting. My name is Fjall. I am formerly of Moonsong village, though I understand it is something else now. Is… Dutch here? That is what Moonwoman had said his name was, right?