Broken Antler Fen When I was a child, I heard voices;

Ameline cackled, pleased that the man had a sense of humour. She regarded him then, pleased now that her accidental detour had brought her to cross his path. It would be good for the both of them- and she liked win-win scenarios.

She nodded. I’m Ameline Bearclaw, She said, with a proud wave of her tail. Thtick with me; we’ll get you fed, oriented…Thingth work out, you can come home to the Valley with uth in a week when we go back.