Qeya River flint pond

Ksura drove through storm winds like a salmon swimming against current- following the growing urge to return home and see his wife- and check for any sign of his children whom he now believed would become a part Saatsine too. 

The days shortened, and their tasks grew. Hunt, eat, travel…Hunt, eat, travel. He rose to the challenge readily as the destination sang to him; he would hunt, eat, and travel- and rest once he was home with Senka. It was tiring work, but the structure of it all felt right. 

Their borders had been maintained in their absence- he could smell Senka here too, and lifted his voice to sing out to her. 

Kekoa was the first to come and intercept their path, and was greeted with a friendly growl and waving tail. Ksura gave slight pause to see the wild darkening of the wolf’s eyes, but brushed it aside, figuring Kekoa was simply relieved that they had returned home, and with the child they had gone to search for.