Dawnlark Plains η

husband, the woman had said.

and what a man he was! not at all what sun eater had expected. a fetid, musky man, his stench worsened by the bearskin worn. she was lithe and stunning, moreso for all his ugliness. it was all the caribou hunter could do not to laugh aloud.

but he greeted them with a cutting lash of his tail, though stance did not change. the lanzadoii did not claim this land, yet what was beneath his claws was for now his own. he did not know why they had been called together, and was interested to know what might come of such a meeting.

politics was not something the man called cen had ever seen fit to learn, not till the glacier and ghaden and red leaf. now he would engage himself, and gain even more for the powerful and well-fed saatsine.