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An hour later, Ka’ya had a fire going with a small fowl roasting on a spit over the flames. The wolfhounds were settled around her. She sat on a log and skillfully made shafts from the thin branches from a particular type of tree her father had shown her when she was young.
The process soothed her. Her mind felt shattered and confused. Neither of those emotions was familiar to her. She placed the knife she was using down on the log next to her and blew off the shavings on the shaft. She lifted the shaft and eyed it, checking to see if it was straight before she lowered it and ran her fingers along the wood.
“You know, a man could get some wild ideas watching you do that,” a tired voice commented from the shadows.
The wolfhounds scrambled to their feet in surprise. The alpha released
