Sequoia Coast currant

He tested it aloud, and she gave a subtle nod of her chin; yes, that was it, that was right.

As for who he was, there appeared now a conundrum. Someone had called him Dreamer, and that was fine, but Wilwarin did not know who Wolf was, and caught the way he spoke of this person, in the present as if this naming was recent, somehow.

Had they a visitor?

Oh—yes, there had been one, that is where the meat had come from!

The hunter? She had not known of the husband-and-wife who visited, the one time. Only that someone had to have helped Dreamer; whoever they were, Wilwarin was grateful. They must have been pure of spirit.