Sequoia Coast currant

she settled, and smiled. her gold threads gleamed with her gratitude. there was nothing hidden in wilwarin, he decided.

she was an important part of the spiral in the sky. and her sons also. he felt their power, felt their tiny unformed dreaming, and knew.

"you don't have to thank me. just breathe. be well. i'm glad to be here with you."

he almost called her dancing fox again.

"moonglow. you said it not long ago. is - was - that your home? where is it? do you want me to take you there?" his questions were modulated, gentle; there was so much to know about wilwarin.

wolf dreamer wanted to stay where they were. but he knew, for her sake and for that of the little ones, they would need to move on. the caribou meat would only last so long.