Mount Apikuni dark vine

Naa'ayikaas c'eyaan tets na’aay called.  It was only a summons for two of them, the other a packmate that Redd had yet to meet.  A proving of some kind perhaps.

She loped in to answer, silently joining and looking expectantly towards the chieftain.  In her periphery she noted the other but did not interrupt to greet her.  A strong hunter, from the look of it, as all she had met were.  Had desperation drawn her here as well, or did another purpose root her in place?

Someday soon Redd would enjoy seeking answers to these questions.  For now she listened.