Swiftcurrent Creek turquoise

"many, many times. go on first raid when ah — have four turns of the moon." they began their life young, and in her reminiscing muskrat did not take offense at akavir's words.

"raids done back and forth, for different things. sometimes they only for fun. no one hurt. nothing taken. then that tribe raid us. to walk through enemy camp with no wound; it is how we prove warriors."

"but many times raids have blood. shouting. everything taken. maybe a man of one camp hurts a woman of another. her family demand that the man given to them, but his leaders say no. her brothers and sisters come back to their home, form war party, and put down entire camp that did not give justice."

her eyes were sharp. "there is honor in that, night man." her scar seemed to throb once, a reminder of the swamp panthers, and then muskrat pushed the fish toward akavir and fell silent. "where is mother to mae?"