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Moonwoman was welcoming and radiant, as always. Her spring green eyes welcomed her daughter. The cotton grass man bowed his head, features tightened into a proper show of his respect. The customary greeting of the moon wolves made him feel like this was his home, too.

It is good to see your face, Moonwoman, Kannoyak returned, voice gentle and deep.

The white hunter did not feel that this was a conversation he should share in. He had gone with Ariadne because she had asked and he did not have the heart to deny her. The forest was a beautiful place and it had cast a spell on the young moongirl. Kannoyak was not bound to any one place and so when she asked if he might join her there, he could find no substantial reason not to.

As Ariadne explained her plan and asked for the advice of her mother, the cotton grass man dipped his snout and spoke, this man would help. To form Moongrove. That was all he could offer.