Moonstone Quarry The wolf that always seeks his own kind

skins of herbs and others of meat, soft hides of caribou, and a sacred pouch of gleaming leather were among those things brought by kukutux. it had been slow going, even for a woman already slowed by age.

but at last she had come, and she moved into the quarry without reservation. it was one her eyes sought, and when she found solharr there with foxpelt in arm, her heart ached.

"ninauga!" she called out, hoping to lift him now in limb as well as spirit; "come and help!"

her eyes brightened, though for solharr also in the duck was a deep ache for callyope's absence.