Wapun Meadow Follow your dreams, but don't forget about me

giggle. raven-mother touched bror in black of womb. she give him clan, he give us name. 

blood eyes shone.

we give him gift in return. 

many-toothed grin.

maybe she give him leg, ja! world serpent eat its tail, they say.

in hectic movements she dashed once left of the guardman, once right, like little puppy starting a game.

in river-clan, many men like bror honey-gazed, yes? lowered head, raised hips, swish of tail. dark. like night. like cavemouth. like inside of skin.