Firefly Glen Sweet Little Sister

Amalia is strong, he said to her with a proud gleam in his plum stare.

The white hunter did not offer compliments frivolously. He had found good wolves in the villages of the Teekon territory. If the wolves of the little river village knew about them, there would be many more pathmakers traveling from his home village to the villages that made their claims in these lands. Almost at once, he wished to see where she made her home.

Kannoyak would like to see Amalia again, he said quietly. The white hunter’s voice was deep. He had only felt a similar interest in one other – the raindrop woman intent on the mountain.