Moonstone Quarry The wolf that always seeks his own kind

"i am here." sunshine words for another moonpack, though the lack of moondaughter could not be ignored.

yet kukutux had not come to dwell on that which came first.

"i will make the altar." moonwoman drew away from solharr, but motioned him on with her, lifting only the glossy pouch of fetal elk calf leather. the other things might be left where he decided; for now, only this pack mattered.

there were many places this might be set. as head of forneskja, he must choose the place, both for his people and for callyope.