Moon Runner, and her family, had never uttered a word. At least – not like the others. Not like their clan mates. That sort of language no place in their reality… and often it was as if nothing had ever been said at all. Even if the stranger could speak, the light of recognition would never fire in Moon Runner’s amber glazed eyes. Her spirit only spoke with the body and the heart.
Her gaze gentled when the stranger showed no aggression.
Moon Runner ambled toward her with a loose body. A sway of her tail.
Friend? the Spirit asked.
Somewhere in her gut she knew… she would never see Cloud Dancer, Grim Tooth, Sister or Faraway Shadow ever again.
Suddenly, she grew light headed from the miasma's effects.