Whitebark Stream the last of her tribe

a sickness. "my heart is sad to hear it." to lose anyone was hard; to lose a band entire, family, those loved — black hawk carried a pain now, a piece of their spirits bound forever with her own.

"and you have done well by their ghosts." there was admiration in his tone for the woman, how she looked upon the new world with clear eyes even after her ordeal.

"come! we will go! and we will share your suffering, black hawk," sun eater said softly, a tenderness that for him was almost unnatural.

lanzadoii women were a kind unto their own, and for this he held always a specific respect. "the first kill we make, bury the heart in the snow, for your people." firstblood; a gift of the caribou souls to those who had also gone on.