Whitebark Stream the last of her tribe

the man's delight is a surprise, but it is welcomed. her muscles relax; there would be no fight here, but a reunion! hawk's tail curls and sways, betraying her own exuberance. a toothy, wolffish grin adorns her now, as she too steps around him. 

saatsine. a strong name, for what she can hope to be even stronger hunters. and he understands her tongue! oh, how she's longed to speak it. how she's missed hearing it parroted back at her. "well met! i travel many moons to come here. the caribou never lead me astray."

an excited barrage of questions are slung, and she greets them with a hearty laugh. the ache of her lost clan doesn't sit so heavily right now, not when she's found her people again. and a strong one, at that; he was prowess, power, and strength. 

"jaggedclaw was my mother's band. her name was pavati. i knew her as black bear." she mused, deep voice rasped with excitement. with joy. her mother was a strong woman; the finest hunter she'd ever met. would he know of her? 

she stood to face him now, and bowed her head with respect. "i am keokuk. black hawk. last of my tribe." she rumbled. "tell me more of saatsine!"