Moonspear nift

Chakliux began to eat and motioned for Kannoyak to join him.

The white hunter lingered awkwardly before he settled in beside his seal hunter brother and picked at the fatty meats in front of them. The other man spoke of Alaric with some praise. He said that the storyteller was a good trader and that perhaps Kannoyak could take the man with him on his next journey.

He talks, the plum-eyed wolf commented. It wasn’t mentioned with hostility. Alaric was a man of many words and many things to say. The white hunter was not like this. He spoke infrequently. He offered his voice when he felt it was necessary. Would the storyteller not grow tired of his simple responses and lack of imagination?

When will you be able to run the white hunting grounds? he asked Chakliux with a stern expression.