daughter.
she had lagged behind. now she held herself alone from their camp. he studied the girl in silence, not glancing along the line of her sight to the caribou.
in time they will move again, to their birthing grounds. we must follow.
at the same pace.
in the same time.
cen found himself watching fa'liya again, more closely. as a child he had only been allowed her blessing-moment. bereft then, of any other way to communicate, he jerked his chin at last to the herds.
they are strong. their calves will be also.
that time, stolen from her. the first marches and the first lung-freezing breaths of air that set a lanzadoii in trail for all time. denied. caan had found his thriving. cen refused to let himself worry for the daughter of his heart.
but a note of reassurance in his voice asked the man of himself who he meant to soothe.

