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“Initial Survey of Quaisholm Cave Paintings, Origin Unknown, presumed Upper Mesolithic” by SakaraFox and Rob MacWolf (part 2 of 2)

The strangers who are come to Sana’s campfire are no ordinary travellers. What do they want with him? And who are they really?

Today’s story is the second and final part of “Initial Survey of Quaisholm Cave Paintings, Origin Unknown, presumed Upper Mesolithic” by SakaraFox and Rob MacWolf, who think this collaborative story experiment is going well so far, and you can find more of their stories on their respective SoFurry pages.

Last time, Sana, mute Shaman of the Lentavohi, journeyed out into the wilderness to redress the disrespect a young tribesman committed against the spirits, and there met two mysterious strangers.

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You're listening to the voice of dog.

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I'm cocky, your faithful fireside companion, and today's story is the second

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and final part of initial survey of Quezon cave paintings, origin, unknown presumed

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upper Mesolithic by Sakkara Fox and Rob.

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I think this collaborative story experiment is going well so far, and

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you can find more of their stories on their respective sulfury pages.

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Last time, sauna , mute Sharman of the journey out into the wilderness

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to redress the disrespect, a young tribesmen committed against the spirits.

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And they're met two mysterious strangers.

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Please enjoy.

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Initial survey of Quezon cave paintings, origin, unknown presumed

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upper Mesolithic by Sacra Fox and Rob MacWolf part two of two,

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the Wolf and the Wolverine talked like two tribesmen who had known

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each other long, but not closely, which it must be admitted, was

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likely exactly what they were

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sauna looked back and forth between them and eyebrow raised.

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As he listened carefully vigilant to any sign that they may be hiding

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their true intentions though.

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They seemed too mundane to be hiding anything.

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Perhaps they were just good at creating an illusion for.

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There was still that strange feeling that played along his

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senses, like music through.

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The clear presence of strong spirits among them made the fair on his neck Tingler

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and stand on end Sinai cupped his paws over his face and groaned ground, the

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heels of his palms against his forehead.

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As the thoughts there returned to Unata, that weasel had caused enough trouble.

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And now these strangers appeared to stole him from fixing him.

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Nothing was ever easy in this life.

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With OSI Sarna, let his paws fall to his side.

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As he stared into the fire, he didn't even know which spirits were offended.

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Spirits could be so arrogant.

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Why couldn't they just air their grievances?

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Like any other hunter Sana longed for an answer to be handed to him

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all neatly poured into a bowl.

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The way his teachers' stories had said things used to be when Sharman

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were more powerful and spirits recognized and respected them on.

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Come to think of it.

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How did these strangers know he was a showman, the auto glance down at himself

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briefly in a way he hoped wasn't obvious.

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He couldn't pick out any dead giveaways of his position within the tribe,

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the clothing he wore, wasn't special, just tweeted skins, wrapped about his

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person in the most comfortable manner.

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The usual jewelry of bones and Amber were back at the camp too, too

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cumbersome to wear out this time of year.

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Shall we, the Wolverines posture straightened get on

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with what we have to say.

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I have traveled far to reach this place and I will have

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far travel when we are done.

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We're not all here yet.

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The Wolf poke the fire with a twig and we are observed.

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I think he is.

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The Wolverine's eyes board into Santa until he could almost feel them

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unlikely to tell any secrets slowly sonar raised a finger, clearing

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his throat to grab the attention of his two strange unexpected guests.

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If he could speak, he would have asked for names, but he had

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to make, do with what he knew.

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Placing his fist on his ribs.

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He firmly bumped his chest a few times and pointed at the Wolverine, cocking

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his head to the side and keeping his eyebrow raised with an inquisitive

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gaze worst case was that it came off as an attempt to show dominance spirits

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forbid, you wish to know his name.

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The Wolf's voice was mildly amused, which seemed unfair.

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It was a reasonable question.

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Given data apparently understood it, but it seemed to be different.

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The Wolverine scratched pensively at his chin before answering.

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I have no name among the peoples of these lands.

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That's why one reason why the Wolf interrupted.

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One reason why the Wolverine side we chose to meet here.

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You may call me hunter, if you wish is the matter of what we do then said the Wolf.

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Then you may call me more.

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If it's a matter of what we do, then he ought to call you kilt lifter,

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hunter growled, Sana tents for a fight, but the Wolf laughed raucously and as

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oppose, that makes our third guest, if he ever arrives speaker, perhaps

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Mona grinned, are you asking me?

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Hunter said, he's your son, not mine.

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I and precious few indeed are those who can claim not to be yours.

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Cut in another voice, cold and serious.

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The council I was called for, uh, sudden wind rushed through the

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trees and raced the fire up enough to show someone in a hooded cloak

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that covered him front and back.

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So that only the face revealed him to be a Crow standing behind hunter and mourner.

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The Wolf grinned hardly become meet our guests.

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He, he cannot speak.

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His name is sauna son of Q committee, chairman of the length of Ali speaker

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intoned as if for some kind of ritual as if all he did was chant and

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preach and recite and never simply.

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He has come seeking to write the balance and he shall find

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much more than he expected.

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The Crow did not sit.

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They stood on saunas, left across from hunter

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How is it punter peer through the fire at his apparently some And sinus

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stomach was falling out of him now that he suspected what it meant for a

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Wolverine's son to be at Crow, why they knew him without introduction and why

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he felt more than ever the presence of powerful spirits that you know him.

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. I listen as well as speak speakers.

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Be quite sharply when he said.

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that doesn't help.

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Mona commented very cheerfully speaker shrugged.

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If he will not take my word for it, his head turned sharply toward the alter.

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I have not yet given you the gift you are due as host, if you will.

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And he leaned over the altar until his face was inches from the sharmans saunas

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eyes widened as he pulled back on the.

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His hands wanted to shout, are you trying to kiss me?

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, but the Crow was already too close.

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And if these people were what he suspected, they were then a kiss might

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mean something much more than itself.

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This might be courtesy among these beings.

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This might be very unwise to refuse.

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And when was the last time he'd been offered?

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Something like that?

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He realized his mouth was open because he felt something enter

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it, but not what he expected.

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A warm breath speaker was exhaling, steadily, forcefully, and it filled his

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nose and mouth and pressed into his lungs, like the smell of a distant thunderstorm.

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And he could feel it moving in there, like an alive thing.

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He would have wanted to cough, but his chest wouldn't call.

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It would have wanted to collapse to his knees and exhaustion, but he'd never

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felt more filled with wakefulness.

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Speaker pulled away face impassive, apparently satisfied.

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What did you sign?

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I said, then stopped slowly.

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He tested with one of the pores.

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He'd just clapped his face in shock, probed his muscle

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with an experimental finger.

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There was no tongue within.

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He looked at the Crow in all how he said nonetheless, How does the sunrise speaker

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lowered his hood and finally took a seat.

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How does the river flow to the sea?

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How does the horse learn to run?

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We are what we do.

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Sana continued to poke and prod at his lips, running his thumb along his teeth.

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As he listened to the Crow speaker, again, he'd hoped for a real answer, but

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he should have known better after all.

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It was as clear as night and day.

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Now that these were no ordinary guests, you know, the Shaolin began trailing

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off for a second to smack his lips.

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The sensation of speech still stowed knew that it twisted a tongue.

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He did not have.

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I always imagined speech made these affairs much easier.

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Sana amused almost to himself, idly directing his words towards the Crow.

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Silence hung in the air between them for a few moments.

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Sinai carefully looking over the Crow who had returned his voice, only the crackle

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of the fire and the whistle of night birds filling the air until the Otter spoke up.

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Once again,

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Keep your peace.

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Then he mumbled, as he turned to look back into the flames, watching them dance

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against the silhouettes of the fair trees.

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So U2 who resemble Racquel and and you, I do not recognize why do

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you keep your true names from me?

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Sucking in his breath.

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The auto Sharman turned his head to look over each of his.

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If they were spirits as well, certain at this point, then he only recognized two

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of their forms and yet they acted nothing.

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Like they were said, The power of speech should have been of the Oak, not the Crow.

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. It is.

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As I said, we have no names among your people answered hunter slower and more

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deliberate in his manner of speaking this.

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As if being recognized for what he was, we're an onerous task.

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He was now obliged to resume.

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You are other than like how the headcount have their son spirits, the

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alter cocked his head to the side, narrowing his gaze on the Wolverine.

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Not entirely sure what to make of such a revelation.

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We may be the CRO interjected, but maybe we are not unlike you who move from

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place to place on the game trails as.

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Those last words, lingered in Sonata's ears, biting his lip with one Fang as

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he chewed over there, ominous meaning whether the speaker meant them to be

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intimidating, or if they just spoke.

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So matter of factly, Sarna realized he had to consider his own words carefully.

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. You were after something then, but I doubt it was a herd of tall elk.

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The Sharman forced a nervous chuckle glancing at each of his guests.

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Perhaps we were merely seeking a welcome fire to gather around proposed

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mourner, returning the auteurs.

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Half-hearted chuckle after all on the journey I have taken to get me here.

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I've heard only praise for your people's hospitality.

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The comment, perked sauna's attention.

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And as he, as to if they were more like those of a Wolf, it never occurred to him

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that spirits could travel like regular hunters, listening to gossip and rumor.

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I 2d forbid they pass judgment based on such hearsay.

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And half-truths, uh, if I truly wanted to forbid these three from something, could

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she, the author scratched his chin still chewing over the word he was offered.

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He guessed.

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He should have been grateful foremost for a compliment from a spirit surely meant

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a lot, especially when he'd come to men, wrongs committed by his people in, even

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if it seemed such a minor thing to Sana a tribe that looked out for each other as

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strong began the altar speaking slowly as he mulled over the best way to explain it.

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We were all raised being told that it's not hospitality.

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It's simply living for.

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There are those who would disagree.

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Mourner said with no trace of humor in his voice for the first time, Sam, our side,

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slightly concerned by the change in tone of the Wolf's voice, it was true as far as

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he could tell no lent of, well, he thought of sharing supplies as anything special.

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The hungry hunter gets desperate and one desperate hunter can

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spoil the hunt for everyone.

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It seems not.

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All of your people are so.

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Mona continued in a tone that grew more serious.

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Otherwise you wouldn't be out here.

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A man belongs at his fireside with two or three, the warm asleep.

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Once the sun has set, if he is elsewhere, he has a reason.

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The comment made the auto recoil slightly, of course, who Nota and

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his selfish antics, the reason he had come out into the dark forest alone.

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And it wasn't the first time.

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So then was it the weasel?

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Oh, Nota is like the fire raging before us Monaro asserted, cutting off the Sharman.

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As he hesitated to find an excuse for the weasels behavior, the Wolf went on.

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He is young and yearns for all that laugh offers burning.

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Bradley.

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The fire seemed to glow brighter for a moment.

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The flames jumping as Mona finished, then settling back down.

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Resting his head on one, Paul Sarna considered the prospect

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and what the mourner might've wanted him to do about it.

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He must learn to control that fire before it consumes him, , suggested

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Sarna, thoughtfully, not entirely certain about his answer.

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Is that what you really believe?

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Speakers, cold voice sent a chill up the Otter spine causing him to glance

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at the shadowy Crow with a deep frown.

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There were no room for uncertainty.

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When your guests knew more about you than even you do, you have a fire in

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you to one that drives you to overcome your Moana, bitters lips challenges,

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but you learn from the old ways seeking knowledge from the dead and the model.

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The weasel, his stubborn side sauna, as he pinched the bridge of

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his nose, he accepts no teacher.

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The audio was telling the truth.

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He could not recall any hunter who seems to move the young to action.

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You don't believe that hunter insisted with a deep grumble adding

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weight to speaker's previous.

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You with your tenacious approach to your struggles?

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Wouldn't give up on someone so easily sign.

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I felt escaped by hunter nervously rubbing his shoulder as he

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glanced at each of his guests.

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And once again, carefully considered how to move forward.

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It felt like an interrogation, not a communion as he had helped.

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. Part of the altar almost wished for the vague coincidence.

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As again, at least they didn't burn into his fare with intense gazes.

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Some of your tribe whisper through the wind, like the Oaks like you do.

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They not speaker slowly cocked his head to one side seeming to take pity

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on the Sharman and this clueless.

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That's when it clicked in sauna's head.

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No hunter had tamed no tribe member had adopted him.

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It was the horses mumbled the Otter, his eyes widening at the

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seemingly obvious realization, sauna glanced around at his guests.

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Again, noticing that they had all leaned in to listen.

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He adores the horses.

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The Sharman continued seems to spend all his time around them.

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Like he would his own family.

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That's how I know he's not lost Sinai clapped his paws together and

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rested his head on his knuckles.

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That's how I know he's a true lent of O'Hare at heart.

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Do you think then that.

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Speaker pause.

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The moment had cocked to one side as if running fingers through his memory.

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and , we'll be able to reach him when you, by yourself.

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Cannot.

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I am hopeful and I will try the auto bowed and I'm humbled that

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spirits as powerful as yourselves would journey so far merely to.

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That's not what we came for.

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Hunter said, but Mona grinned,

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you yourself would know Sharman.

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When in your journey, you come upon a task by chance.

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There is a reason why it is you before whom it is said, even if you never

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learn it, speaker looked pointedly at mourner, but now the night wears

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on what we would say to one another.

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We must say before Dawn comes, have you a place to sleep.

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I can make myself comfortable and retreat.

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Santa said it would not be the first time I have not yet.

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Mona stood and stepped behind hunter to Sana side of the fire, offered our

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host any guest gift, but I've been told my arms are a safe enough place to.

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There's eyes met the shamans and strangely still glowed all the colors of sunset,

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despite his now facing away from the fire.

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He didn't ask whether Sana wanted to spend the night in his arms, but then

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did he need to memory would elude the altar of the rest of that night.

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Like a small fish sliding through the hole of a net.

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He could remember blissful, weariness filling his.

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Strong arms wrapping around and supporting him and his head cushioned

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on the Blackford chest of the Wolf spirit though, he couldn't have said

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for more than one reason, which of those had happened first, he would try years

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later to paint something of what he remembered on the wall of a limestone

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grotto, which after many later ages had passed some later peoples would find

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and deem sacred enough to preserve.

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Though they never knew anything of its artist or his tribe before they

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themselves were likewise left behind and forgotten by time and eternity.

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But even if they had understood pigment and brush and fingertip

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couldn't capture the way sauna saw mourner's body become the darkness of

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the night itself though, no less warm or soft or supportive beneath him.

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Saw speaker's cloak rising through the rustling trees until it was sheets of

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soft rain covering half the night sky.

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So hunter at the far end of a long straight road, the size of a

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mountain and the outlines of his body made of patterns of stars.

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At the three of them talked of things.

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Sana could not begin to comprehend carbon and extinctions and the burning of bones

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and forests and hoard a treasures and who was responsible or would be responsible

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for the deaths of entire peoples.

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And whether anything could be done to stop it, perhaps it was

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something he'd woken to glimpse.

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Perhaps this was something he heard while sleeping and wove into.

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Perhaps the whole night had been a dream for, was that not the sort of thing

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that happened to a shaman when he woke, he was alone by an extinguished fire.

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There were no footprints, no pheasant bones or feathers.

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Indeed.

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No sign to look at that.

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Any but himself had been there last night, but the smell of the Wolf's for

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the color of ripe blackberries, still clung to him and scent was the soul.

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That was enough proof for sauna.

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And after he tried hesitantly experimentally to speak and manage

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only along familiar grunt, he resigned himself that it wasn't as if he'd be

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telling this story to anyone, but him.

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If any of his tribe noticed that the berries were flavorful again, or remarked

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that after three nights of delirious nightmares who know Tom was a changed

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weasel, deeply mindful of the respect due to spirits and even more devoted to

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the horses then what point was there an asking the silent Sharman for an exponent?

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Even if he could tell you what was going on, he wouldn't.

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And what did it matter?

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The sunset still lit the trees in the evening.

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The breeze moved, the clouds, the path still stretched

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before all of them as ever.

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And the spirits remained out there somewhere where only a Sharman

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need concern himself with them.

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This was the second and final part of initial survey of Quezon cave

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paintings, origin, unknown presumed upper Mesolithic by Sakara Fox.

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And Rob MacWolf read for you by cocky your faithful fireside.

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As always, you can find more stories on the web@thevoice.dog, or find the

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