Sunset Valley It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day

when wolf dreamer returned to the valley, he carried a still-warm racoon by its ringed tail. this far into spring, the meat would be marbled with new fat. it would melt for wilwarin.

he was not alone in the valley, and did not expect to be. but he was protective of the den in the brushfall, and so moved in a friendly manner toward the stranger.

he set down the racoon. "it's a beautiful day." wolf dreamer's eyes welcomed the woman. "are you with a pack?" he had not smelled any others, but asked all the same in politeness.