the changes around camhanaich did not stop their hunting, nor their prayers, nor their celebrations. it did not stop their growing number nor the games of his children. each day was the man reminded of his own splendid blessings and for that reason he pressed ahead with less anxiety than before.
it was a steadier mayfair that greeted the wise-eyed man with the forest-pretty coat.
h-hello,he called with a wave of his tail.
you have found camhanaich, land of the druids.carefully he drew closer, blinking honeyblue eyes to signal a friendly heart.
m-might i help you with something?
he must remember to take his chamomile.



