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there is much for her to do before the end of this moon cycle. cloud lash is beside herself in the wetu she has built from the ground up, pacing back and forth between the racks of drying meat. the lanzadoii had been generous and therefore...expected something in return, had they not?
she hadn't had her ceremony. her rites. she was no matriarch here, though she wished it so. chakliux would offer himself up in a flash, but she did not wish to see him go. the longer apart, she feared, the less likely he would return once more.
she had spoken with elk charm. now, she wondered where her brother had been. elk charm's sentinel lurked, too, whom she'd imagine was more than just...a man to meet the eye. but he was a stranger no less. and that did not bode well with the sharadoii woman.
frustrated with how the meats were coming along, she smacked her paw against one of the wood slices, giving herself a splinter. she hissed, and flipped her paw right side up to investigate the gnarly wooden shard.