Lost Creek Hollow my light

first light. "is not enough time. when sun comes, you go. i go," opposite directions. "i make — show, with others. wait. when i come back, is for first time and last time." he would have her with him no matter what happened, for no other leader might deny him what he knew to be his.

"you meet them. tonight, only hunt with one saatsine man."

she offered to belong to the sun clan. he heard to you in those words, and pride gleamed in his blood at the imagining of a travel home

steady. "i show." had he hands he might have taken her own, drawn her to the edge of the verdant forest standing in cold green beauty. as it were, they came there all the same, and as morning raised its head in slow elegance, sun eater pushed aside lowflung branches with broad shoulder, showing morwenna the caribou beyond, the closest so near that its liquid eyes caught the snow's glowing.

theirs, the herds. all of them, bound in cyclical eternality.