Deepwood Weald Kaggik

Like moonlight itself, the woman appearer before them. Kannoyak bowed his head to her. Moonwoman’s daughter did not look well and he did not imagine that it left a good impression. 

White ears fell to the man’s head. He whined, quiet and short. It felt humiliating, lacking the skills that might have aided this situation. 

The girl had not moved since her fall. This concerned the white hunter. He did not believe it was a good sign. She continued to comment on the pain in her head. Kannoyak did not wish to stand passively while she suffered. 

What must be done? This one’s paws are swift.