Morningside Cuesta [m] trottinggale

did she know his thoughts? was she spirit-woman too? sun eater did not question; he took her in with a long look of acceptance, trusting her promise.

there was no desire in him to leave any of them behind in the snow. but his desire did not exceed that of the caribou spirits, who might demand their own tribute in return for all the blood shed by his sun clan. and he was not sure how this might be explained.

"you are learning to speak well, wife," sun eater grinned; he nosed her more gently and then began to butcher the cooling animal, standing back thereafter so she might have first choice of whatever she wished.