Deepwood Weald night shadow

"it will be quite a task for you, but one pleasant," chakliux assured. "i have seven of my own, five born this year and two older sons who are now men."
her tail wagged furiously. he wondered if this was a sign of her people for a joyed feeling. "what is your name, happy one?"
the weald, chakliux decided, suited dutch and his people far more than the glacier had. that they were much closer together now did not hurt either.