The Heartwood Omak

Yes, yes, the white hunter confirmed with an easy smile. Go to your children.

Kannoyak would never ask her to remain when her mind lingered elsewhere. The Teekons were familiar enough that he could keep himself in the area and still find ways to keep himself busy, working tirelessly on the land.

If Moongirl wishes to see this one, she may call out. Kannoyak will come.

The cotton grass man dipped his snout to her and waved his plush white tail in a gesture of farewell. His plum eyes watched as she retreated, weaving her own trail back to the village of the moon.