Deepwood Weald histriophoca

he wanted to see the shaman? immediately the girl's fur puffed and she became straight-backed, surprised that he would want this. the woman had been kind the few times she had encountered her—but sulukinak did not know why she would be needed now.

was he thinking of completing what her mother had attempted? perhaps he thought to offer sulukinak in place of another harvest. he would need a shaman for that.

her eyes became glossy, although the darkness of the weald might have hidden that aspect of hurt upon her face.

yes, she agreed, if for no other reason the urge to people-please and be made safe again. to—moonglow.

she dared not move now. but as she looked in to the weald she could hide her damp expression, and asked, i can go eat now?

let me go.