Firefly Glen Dancing with fairy lights

Questions fell from her mouth, so quick that the cotton grass man had trouble keeping up. He wished to answer them all, to give Amalia tales of his journeys into the frigid northern terrain. Kannoyak had never been a man for intricate tales, or even for words. He could manage often enough, though he had found himself getting lost in the flurrying way some would speak.

This one traveled to the village in the snow. High in the mountains. The wolves were good and capable hunters. We chased buffalo in the deep snow. This one helped them to trade with the other villages, make the snow village stronger.

The white hunter smiled, nodding his head. It was a good life, he felt. The duties of a pathmaker suited him well.