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

the woman was terrified, and all wolf dreamer could taste was her fear. 

"tayana," said the man, over and over.

even though he could no longer see the frightened young woman with the glow of gold deep inside her, the dreamer sensed the trembling of her presence.

tayana.

slowly the black eyes turned to the hide upon the snowy ground, and after a long moment more the dreamer gathered it. his movements were almost sluggish, as if he were lost in a trance. 

"tayana."

for a while he disappeared from the entrance. he took each child and lay them against her belly, aware of the shimmering strings which stretched up from both boys.

he saw the fading gilt light and his lips tensed in panic, in pain.

around all three of them, wolf dreamer wrapped the hide, breathing away the frost which had started to gather as it lay upon the earth.

Wolf picked his bone teeth.

he gives you something for what?

i do not know what he is saying.

his words do not matter. see what he does, dreamer.

the young man with the haunted voidlike eyes returned to the entryway. there was hardly room for all four of them, and he knew by the threads that dancing fox was lost to the web, and that her sons would also be lost. "your wife," and now wolf dreamer came from the doorway of the snow cave, and pointed politely at the woman, averting his eyes this time. 

he gestured toward the shelter. "a mother needs warmth. will your wife stay with her?" and then wolf dreamer pointed to the caribou, their tracks leading toward the shore. he was no hunter. but perhaps he could urge them closer.

their words remained unknown to one another. he hoped his meaning would be taken.