Totoka River [m] fire dancer

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@Red Leaf seemed — slower somehow. weaker. enough to rouse cen's anger several times since they had left the dreamer's camp. he had hunted with the hazy-eyed man, dragged a caribou back.

in trade for power.

a power that burned in him even now.

once, and only once, he prided himself! — once he had struck her hard for delaying them one morning, and felt the power burn in him, felt it curl around his amulet.

and it was — enough.

cen had ignored red leaf after that, until they came to a river which raced to the sea, and he saw the caribou slipping off among the oakleaf forests for the night. he sighed and threw down his pouch of caribou dewclaws. "make camp."

he patrolled until he felt they were alone, then curved around on a lope, scattering a small cluster of the grazing animals as he came back through the darkness.