Sequoia Coast Crumble like a temple, built from future daughters.

cen was in a much better mood. he and @Red Leaf had managed to dispatch two old caribou. he had insisted that she leave the oldest hides behind, but would say nothing if she did not. this was more evidence of his jubilant state, as were his warmer looks in her direction.

the caribou turned for the sea and the lanzadoii did the same. he broke the snow in front of his wife and helped her make camp in a new place each night. the hints of spring fell away behind them and they traveled in heavier snow, rich with moisture and salt.

it was on one such morning, caked in frost and stiff with cold, that cen and red leaf arrived upon the coastline where a curious structure had been built. a cave of snow, it seemed. beaten ice in front showed inhabitation. blood tinged the air. cen held back wisely, and called out, "my wife and i come peacefully. we seek shelter from the storm. we will offer dried meat in return."

delicately balanced on the balls of his feet, prepared for attack, cen tensely watched the black mouth of the den.