Silver Moraine three hammers

set vaguely after pack meeting

sun eater's own hard talk of the future he would hew from among saatsine had another imprint: it reminded him of red leaf. he asked himself over and again what he might do if he saw her again, if he heard the sound of her voice again. he had not forgotten any aspect of his wife; he only imagined now her beauty employed in the ways she had defied him before.

rage had driven him early from the riverland; his stalk was forbidding to any who followed. only familiarity led him to the silver ribbon shining in the taiga, its overlands — the places he had kept ash and grey man.

ash and grey man. grey man and gideon. gideon and ash. he could not shake the sense of their connection, sharpening his assumptions as a man might a spear.

sun eater had not yet noticed his lack of solitude, slowly padding his way back down the moraine in the other's distant direction. all control in saatsine must be his; he must know all things, and the suspicion he did not consumed the caribou man for now.