Sun Mote Copse Like the dawn

The days before their departure had left Merel restless and itchy-pawed. She was simultaneously relieved and anxious when, at last, the Storyleader called on them to move. As she approached, she smiled to Waawaashkeshi and the little pup she carried.

Where to, Storyleader? Merel asked, tail wagging slowly. The birds would guide them, or so she’d been told. She could see the logic in it; following the birds moving north might lead them to rich summer hunting grounds.

The details, however, were still hazy.