Sequoia Coast currant

Throughout the ordeal of the birth, she had thought of the women who meant so much to her; she thought of her mother, her sisters; of Moonglow and Neverwinter, of Tultalle. How badly she had wished that someone could have been here! And now that the boys had been born, Wilwarin thought only of Moonglow as a dreamer might. But the man was curious, and Wilwarin ruminates over what to do.

She knows her sons are growing but they do it slowly, and they do it with some struggle. They are fortunate enough for the elk meat, even if they cannot eat it themselves. Wilwarin has slowly regained energy and with that, the boys have feasted through her. It would be easier among those she knows—and truly, she does not know what it is that makes her shake her head as she answers the Dreamer.

It was. Something... Something calls me away from it, now. There had been a promise to Easy, once, or maybe not a promise but an invitation granted and accepted; but where was the elder woman now? Where was Wilwarin now? The world's edge was a cold and empty place. Her attention lingers on her sons.

I think I will know home when I find it.