Shadowwyn Moor life eternal

Saatsine had an intriguing method of hunting that Kenai was unfamiliar with. While the salmon runners paid no mind to the strength of their fish and caught whatever their teeth could snag, most clans targeted the weaker prey. It was enough to satisfy them and he wondered curiously what benefit Sun Eater saw in downing both caribou bar the obvious. 

"What's the deal with hunting two?" The dark man's presence was strong and reliable and while Kenai was not opposed to the extra kill, he was curious to discover his view.

A rustle in the brush up ahead and the explorer's ears pricked, eggshell gaze following the bloodied drag-marks across the open moor to a thin clump of trees. Sun Eater's voice was hushed as they neared and Kenai kept his own low and unassuming as he replied. "Not always. My mother and I travelled together until she died." A lump began to form in his throat and he swallowed it bitterly.