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"