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Once the white hunter had left his homeland, he had not returned. The boy had been eager to prove his mettle and he’d considered the homesickness in his belly a sign of his fledgling self needing to grow. There had never been one place that had felt like home. The cotton grass man had made homes in many places and most of them had only been fleeting.

Kannoyak gazed across the water with a contemplative expression. Returning to walk the grounds of Moonglow had given him a sense of peace, a new calm. There were different tasks to take in the moon village. No longer needing to carve paths through the wild terrain, the man wondered if the warmth he felt was due to the setting.

A glimpse of familiar fawn fur lifted the white wolf’s plum eyes. She was some ways away so Kannoyak called gently to her.