Porcupine Ridge The Dawn

The girl was like the dawn chasing after darkness, hot at his heels, ever insistent. He did not mind. It was the way of things, and to have a youngster following him made him feel important.

He tilted his head back and answered, Yes, Nutu. We live here.

Hex trotted on, though slowly, making sure she could keep up. The two whisked through the forests of the ridge, and when they approached the rendezvous, he slowed, glancing toward her.

This is where we've settled, he told her, nodding toward the clearing.