Firefly Glen Kaggik

The image of the raindrop woman found a way into his mind. Kannoyak would not have been opposed to a marriage. He was a faithful man and a good hunter. In his village, he would have been wed to one of the many brides and they would have been expected to bring children into their home. It felt fitting that he might find this in the new lands. In this way, he was like his father.

Alaric spoke of stories – the mountain had whispered things to him.

Kannoyak fixed his plum stare on the shimmering grin of the other man’s eyes.

Speak a story so that this one might listen.

The white hunter had already proven himself to be a fitting audience. He would not mind hearing another tale from the dark wolf’s mouth.