Hoshor Plains kivva ⥈

moonmother came to sit alongside maia, turning her springjade eyes upon the groups of hunters and the bison themselves. "do not worry. today we were meant to meet."

she could not read this woman well and saw that they had both learned to mask themselves. with one paw she slid the hide upon the ground before maia. "it is something for your den or your shoulders," and quiet voice was warm with kindness.

"i have the want to say that your daughter chickadee has made herself welcome among us. my youngest sons are becoming men now. she guided them at the end of their childhoods."

it was sweetly bitter to think of this, even as the duck's worry grew for the two sons who had not yet come back.

"kivaluk has much adoration for her. he is a careful man. he hardly allowed himself to be a boy. i do not think i have seen so much joy on his face before, only when he looks at your blackthorn daughter."