The Heartwood when I saw you first

Summerwalkers travel in the warm months to trade goods and stories. She spoke, staring forwards. The wolves here lack respect for the land. The stories of my people will show them a better life. She frowned for a moment after saying this, wondering if she sounded too high and mighty. Waawaashkeshi did not think herself better than others.

She wished to find a suitable home with haste. The spring months always moved more quickly than one would think. What's your name? Mine is Waawaashkeshi.