Nova Peak [nd] Impǐdze

atoztli does not know this song, but as she places her small offering of field-caught hare at the mother's den, she stops to listen.

power in those words. she rises to gather her things and leave when she realizes her shadow hasn't escaped the mother's notice.

apologies, my lord. a rueful smile, for she hasn't the feminine word for such things. a gift for allowing us in your home. she knows this mother must be very tired. bowing her head twice, she backs slowly away to leave.