Firefly Glen kullimagaat ⌓

a wise man, this one.

"both," the duck said after a moment, her springjade eyes lifted now to the mountain of moonspear. "i know this place well in my mind. but not all of moonglow understands in their mind how the night falls here."

"our clan is large. cen is one man. there will be others," she pronounced, moving back to the elkhide and arranging its edges smoothly against the grass.

"we let him leave this place. if he lives still, he will be filled with a great anger. caribou men travel together. we must have care," she went on, straightening to regard the streambank and its rich mud once more.