Sunspire Mountains ivory cups

Ooooooo..

Raiders. Nutuyikruk winced down. It wasn't the best title for a pack or clan or founding tribe, but it was what they'd made of themselves. What a raid looked like, when they'd choose to act, how one would end, all lingering questions to the girl that were not asked. Not because she did not trust Muskrat, Makono or Hex. It was only because it did not matter.

The ridge was home. She would listen to it.

Muskrat offered leadership that had otherwise been crushed out of life until her. Them.

That was enough to raise her head back up and feel warmth. Pride to the ridge.