Qeya River flint pond

Very little could pull Kekoa from the lake, but the call of Sun Eater was not something he would ignore. Pushing to his feet he began the trek to where the man's voice had sourced from. He felt an odd excitement bubbling at the thought of the Caribou man's return. Sheep Killer's, too. Like a little boy jumping for joy upon the return of his father. But Kekoa was a man, as far as he was concerned, and they were no father's to him. He had no father.

He wished to tell them of his new abilities, what the mushrooms had gifted him. He had taken the time to pick out the fungi near the beginning of their trip, and for some time took them daily - more than once per day if the effects wore off. It made him ill, extremely so. But he believed such sacrifices to be necessary, for now he could see without their assistance.

Approaching where the call had come from he saw three - one a new face. His tail waved, curious. Once he would have glared - now his eyes were wide, dilated.