Chapter Two
Enis saw Hippolyta waiting at the meeting place for the visitors to arrive. Behind her stood the huntmaster of the Storm, Marin, and his partner Willow, along with a handful of other tribesfolk who must have laid down their tasks to greet the visitors. They all stood expectantly, heads high, and Enis read a mix of hope and anxiety in their attitudes. He looked over his shoulder, making sure that the two men following him had found their way successfully through the complicated switchbacks of the thorn forest path. He was certain that Feather of the Storm would be most welcome to the group, but Jarli of the outclan Owl smelled completely different. Enis was not sure what might happen when separate strands of humans faced each other.
‘Leader,’ he addressed Hippolyta in formal m
