Sunset Valley hunting hawk

yikaas faltered then, wondering if there was any purpose for this desire. pain and anger warred sharply within him, and for a moment he bent his head to look at the taiga between his roughened paws.

"we will be the saatsiine. the sun clan. i will be white raven moiety. and when you take a husband, you will be red raven moiety. two halves. same clan."

a muscle leapt in his jaw. "the sun people, who burn the water from the earth and the moon from the sky." the caribou man knew these words meant nothing to sulukinak, for they meant nothing to him. clans. moieties. he was a man without a name and without a son.

and yet the hate in the caribou hunter was growing, growing.

a stranger, drawing close. yikaas chose to keep a placid seat, for he wanted a singular thing from such a visitor. "greet her," he murmured to sulukinak. "you know more of these words than i."