Dawnlark Plains paint rock

sharply he glanced. "no-mind thing to say," he remarked coldly. "my wife, she ask for women around. to protect. but men not far. you touch, you die. quick. quick." and she knew it. she had seen them hunt in his name; she would see them kill.

he straightened. there had been no sense of fear from nagruk before, and there was none now. she tested, like the muradoii. "you and sivaak. both fierce. she like you, maybe. know this: lanzadoii way already kill pups. eight weeks. then walk far. too slow, left to die."

there was no reason to be threatened by children nor lineage. the caribou spirits chose who lived and who died.