Sun Mote Copse i just pulled up to the studio and laid it on the line

Waawaashkeshi had become bedridden by her pregnancy now, and the woman who Sunchaser knew to take care of the Storyleader was suddenly gone. His patrols had been consistent before, but now they were constant. He knew the copse to be a place of peace, and yet he feared the worst.

Traipsing the path he walked hour by hour each day he found that it was growing to be indented. Pondering this for the moment, he was pulled from it by the howl of a stranger. As fearful as he was, he knew it was his responsibility to confront it. Howling back to ensure they knew he was coming, Sunchaser gathered himself and made his way towards the call.

A young man, muddy and unfamiliar. He wasn't so sure of what to think. Can I help you? He called out from where he approached in the trees.