Silver Moraine three hammers

no reply arrived. sun eater was content to let the other go, catching upon the wind a tangle of wolfscent, of others. he filed away the notes of that mark for a future which might include teeth. and yet he did not hope for it. sun eater held what was his. if the caribou camped beside a pack, so had the lanzadoii. if the denizens had come out to speak in peace, hunting was shared until the clan moved on.

but if conflict was immediate, the lanzadoii saw fit to raid.

his brow arched high as the sound begun, and by its end no small humour had come to rest on his face. "your chieftain not feed you?" sun eater teased, posture losing some of its formal tension as he laughed, and then laughed again.