The north wind howled through the leaves. It was currently about five days away from the second month of winter. Kaelen had successfully made a batch of sorghum molasses; now, his and Sane's status in the tribe was on par with the elders.
Priest Nyx had left the political center, returning to be a leisurely healer. Elian and Cael were also sewing their wedding clothes, taking the opportunity to sew for Kaelen as well. The three of them had agreed to hold their mating ceremonies on the same day.
