Moonspear In all my years of living

He gave his name, then asked about the territory’s breadth. Treepie glanced over her shoulder, then up the nearby slope. She knew the borders by heart, though she wasn’t entirely sure how to describe them to him. It would probably be easier to show him, though she wasn’t sure the patient was up for that much walking.

We’re right at the far eastern edge. That’s Firefly Glen, Pie said slowly, gesturing at the neighboring glen. The whole mountain is ours, she continued, making a sweeping upward gesture. There’s plenty of game, if you know where to look. Have you hunted on a mountain before? If you haven’t, we can always just hunt in the glen.

Her head tilted. This was far from the only question she wanted to ask Hakumele. Who was he? What had happened to him to bring him to Moonspear’s doorstep? She filed them for later, waiting inquisitively for his response.