And so her hope had come true! Her eyes of hazel glittered with what might be joy, her smile broad. Elated to learn that she'd found more of her people, her tail flags in fast, joyous sways.
Forgotten is her hunger, instead replaced with her need to know of his band — if he had one. But Lanzadoii move as the caribou they follow; if there is one, there must be more!
Forgotten is her hunger, instead replaced with her need to know of his band — if he had one. But Lanzadoii move as the caribou they follow; if there is one, there must be more!
It is great joy to hunt with Lanzadoii again!Ïkikta expressed. She pressed closer to the man, as if her sudden joy had made her forget the manners her mother had drilled into her as a calf. Searching, scenting, rejoicing.
Do you always hunt alone, friend?
"common" • "lanzadoii"