Mount Apikuni arylide

Someone else walked behind her. Redd recognized one of the pack, a woman she had not spoken with yet. This was not unusual as she had spoken to few.

Snow comes. She said quietly, looking out again with a contented air. She would return before nightfall but felt no impatience to depart immediately. There was a quiet calm to the elevation that reminded her of simple days.

This pack follows them always? She asked, wondering about the herds. It was a strange existence. But she found an ease within her, also, in the lack of a space to defend.