Emberwood osam

yes we can!

someone fell into line with her. for a moment, she thought she might see the grey man or his son. this was a new one. woman and confident. she did not question where she came from or why she walked alongside her.

she gestured to where sounds grew heavy up ahead. clashing antlers, deep thuds that signaled the masculine affair that occurred where they could not yet see. she did wish to witness, though. even if only to say she had.

a curious look spared to the grey winter woman. did she wish to examine the caribou's bullish display, too?