Moonstone Quarry I can feel your love pull against the tide

she knew this one.

kukutux had only a hazy imprint of the woman's name; she had been young at the circle of healing, her inquiry wary and girlish about the nature of her changing figure.

quietly moonwoman wondered what had come of that carried-off knowledge.

"it is good to see your faces," came her greeting. the duck was still acquainting herself with the terrain of the dipped quarryland, and she was pleased to see tikaani, grown now quite tall compared to the child she had been. "you have started to move here then, forneskja?" asked kukutux now of the other she-wolf, wishing to affirm for herself.