but where her brother had been— there was no answer. she had been used to being alone, now. with luke meandering, the other women she had met spread out through her valley. Naltagh tested her voraciously. and so did the cliffs.
but there was a scent then, a song?
words, words that she recognized!
she bounded through the woodland. shrike feathers entertwined to her nape, caribou sack of herbs upon her back. racing, racing until she came to a clearing.
there was a man. large. towering. she swallowed—
but then a woman. small, with— goose feathers? cardinals?
skedzay has answered.she muttered, quiet, but enough to be heard.