Fox's Glade des pas sur la neige

the sound of her name would have brought her to her paws, had she not been so tired. as it was, her head shot bolt upright, eyes wide. wha-- she exclaimed, searching, searching. . .and then there was the woman, the dark wolf with pale paws. N-Neasa, Tahani stammered, dragging the name from her muddled consciousness.

so she had been driven this far out, too. oh, if only the Ateneq knew.

where--wh-where are they? the healer gasped, eyes wide in a plea. you see them? Takiyok, Siarut, C-Currituck. . .? she was grasping at any lead she could, hoping beyond hope that Neasa had caught even a glimpse. . . it might be foolish to believe, but believing was all she had, now.

the man in the shadows went ignored, but perhaps not for long. she was beginning to come to her senses, with each passing lucid moment.