Firefly Glen Dancing with fairy lights

The white hunter followed her gesture to the mountain range. His eyes settled on the small slice of land that was called Brecheliant. A curious name, he thought. It sounded as though it came from a language he did not speak, one he would never learn. Though he did not wish to comment on it, Kannoyak found that he enjoyed the naming convention of the moon villages.

This one will bring gifts, he spoke.

The cotton grass man knew that it would not take long to hunt for them, to collect furs that he could carry to their borders. The man did not doubt that Kukutux had already established a relationship with their neighbors. Kannoyak could only work to strengthen it.