Deepwood Weald [m] red flax

like a hunter with a grip upon atlatl and nocked dart, chakliux stepped forward on tense legs. "the sunshine people made me into who i am. you will respect them while you live among us." he hoped the shade of samani heard him.
the hard magenta eyes searched the caribou man. "what is the name of this cousin? what is the name of this man?"
he did not trust the caribou hunter, and saw now only that cen had come to make trouble. but chakliux held much respect here. a misstep could cost cen much blood and even his woman.