The Heartwood Omak

The girl’s laugh only widened Kannoyak’s grin, carrying it to his eyes and squinting them. The flag of his tail nearly had the force to sway his hips. What a lovely laugh, the moongirl had. And the white hunter felt blessed that she might share her company with him.

At the mention of her home, the man lifted his gaze to the mountain and nodded.

And spear and tide. The moon villages, his deep voice rumbled, reverent when speaking of the three groups. This one spoke of the wolves of the moon many times in his travels. Maybe this is why his paws were eager to return.