Ocean's Breath Plateau imiqtitchi

i look for cen.
something ugly stirs inside of red leaf, the typically passive woman now shredded with a violent urge to rip the feathery black tail from this woman's hind. the recognition is instantaneous. this was the cousin chakliux had told her about.
i am his wife, a calm, but triumphant statement as she silently motions for her boy to return to her; the quiet assertion of her place within cen's bubble. red leaf. and this is our son, ghelan.
i'm afraid i cannot tell you where he is, because i do not know. i think he may be tracking the herds, or something. we followed them here, she tries to hide her concern, pitching up her voice to hide the hoarseness that stemmed from her cough. but you're welcome to-- stay, if you'd like. so i may learn what exists between you and my husband.