Ocean's Breath Plateau [m] snow goose

when would she have time to scrape pelts or make amulets? did she think they were staying forever? cen did not answer red leaf as a powerfully built warrior came toward them, scarred and observant.

his voice was friendly. cen did not know a single word of what he had said, but watched the man to see if he looked toward red leaf, a beauty even to her final stages of pregnancy.

the caribou man licked his lips; throat cleared as he tried to conjure the bit of common that the dreamer had shared. "have name cen. am -- hunter. my woman -- need other woman, ah, see ...body. carry babies. we ... alone. many lot of time."

he had not introduced red leaf because he did not want her to become the focal point of this conversation.

"not stay many time," cen decided. "woman eat. rest. i hunt for you, man ... home." it humiliated the caribou wolf to be reduced in this way, words halting and his struggle visible, but he hoped that he had been understood, and now waited to see if this was so.