Ocean's Breath Plateau seventy-second

She traveled with Gucci and the mazoi warrioress Legend, amused by his tales of his life and sharing those of her own. Clutched within her teeth was a carefully wrapped bundle of skins containing wine—berries soft and leaking, ready to be crushed into more liquid form.

She knew of the stuff from Mynydd and had been fascinated to find them at Akashingo. Why should she not bring some winter cheer to their allies?

With a sigh of relief, she placed the bundle upon the ground and lifted her chin, ears pricked, waiting for the call to be answered and for the Moontide wolves to answer. One did: a woman, tall and poised, who addressed Senmut directly.

Madhu bowed low upon any address, dark lashes falling down on sapphire eyes—but her attention was well and truly piqued upon mention of her uncle, Dutch.

Of course, he was around—Easy had mentioned that. But here—now?