Mount Apikuni rooting

ambition clouded the gentle air between them, but muskrat was too enamoured with the eagle's return to notice. a commander. a conqueror. and she knew these wild stone places. "i with creek. i come here. meet hex." she gently unfurled a misting of dirt from the gold-sprinkled shoulder. "when i go back to creek, he come for me. come find me."

muskrat resisted accusation.

"leader come then. i leave. come here, with hex. green place. high up. i teach him to raid, make war. take meat. skins. slaves." she shrugged, eyes glinting now with her own ambition.

would they come to a struggle of position of the eagle stayed, she wondered?