Sunset Valley hunting hawk

he would not go further without words. what came from him drew a look from sulukinak, but not a sound. if he wished a different name he could carry one; but what use was a clan name? they were not a clan. she did not know what that might be - perhaps he meant conclave? but he was not that either, close as he was to being a father-figure; he was an uncle, and as she thought about it - perhaps that was enough.

he shed himself as a seal might shed its fat; he had given blood to the moon village, had it pulled from him with force. he became yikaas. the girl observes, breathing in his musky scent now clean of any trace of these moon people, and accepts his decree.

so name us, she suggests, not knowing exactly what he waited for, or what sort of implication might carry between them with this word he might give.

before sulukinak can say much else, she gets the feeling of being watched; and when she sharpens her attention again to the wilderness, she spots an approaching figure which is easy enough to focus on. her ears up and forward, her tail stiff, she weaves quickly along yikaas' blind side so that he is protected there, and stares.