Silver Moraine three hammers

his sister had come back, their lanzadoii ways strengthening what he hoped by this time next year would be a full clan. healers, bloodhunters, tines. young and old following through time the everlasting caribou.

even from this distance was sun eater able to see the unnatural coloration of those eyes. his stare narrowed. the inclination to drive this stranger away burned hotly within him. but the moraine was not saatsine. saatsine was itself. this was only land.

shifting trajectory, the tall man approached with near-languid steps, noting the inquiry on that unknown face. young, perhaps close in age to sulukinak, with a long build suggesting a runner's edge. these details sun eater took for himself before his own look adopted the same questioning.