Whitebark Stream yes i am still alive unfortunately

the chief man is respectful of kursat and his elder wisdom, and it develops a thaw in the old man.

he huffs and turns his chin up at him, squinting that one brown eye. fine.

old, lived wolf raises again to his short legs and gives his raggedy pelt a brisk shake. you carry my hide there and i come to live with your tribe.

kursat ten-sons would not say no to a life of leisure.