Porcupine Ridge And someday

"one go this way, ah! one another. more, other ways. not leave raid together," muskrat explained, amused by nutu's own delight at their antics. "quick. not long. best raids are just pawful of minutes." it was the reason for so long a watch, for the longevity of searching for warriors and entries into the chosen land.

she plucked nutuyikruk up by her nape, standing the girl on her feet before dodging sideways. "raiders must be fast. if wounded in raid, nutu, not run down." hurt animals ran into hollows and valleys, were caught in such shadows, and killed. those intelligent raced into the mountains or the swamps themselves, straining dire moments of dripping blood in exchange for more safety among stone spires and vined trees.

she leapt into a run, laughing; "qatiy!" muskrat clawed her way up the near-vertical slope. "pretend you raiding, hunting wolf who run away."