The Heartwood Omak

Kannoyak stood tall at her words, chest filling with air in a display of pride. The white hunter was strong and healthy. He had traveled far and the journey had shaped him into a capable man. Bonds had been made with the buffalo hunters in the north. He had no regrets for this decision and he was pleased that the moongirl did not seem to hold it against him.

This one traveled to the frozen north. Ran with the buffalo hunters and taught them to make paths and trade with the village in the snow.

The pale man smiled at Ariadne. It was a great relief to see someone familiar and kind. He did not know how he might express this sentiment. A wave of his plush tail, the crinkle near the edges of his eyes would be the only sign.