13,398 Season of New Green: A Call to Council

The season of white cold has definitely ended and the season of new green is well advanced. It has been a lean winter, as has become normal over the last several turnings of the season. The tribe is large and, although getting skinnier, healthy. Births are outnumbering deaths and the tribe rejoices.

Yet, all is not well.

On this night, Sureshot, blood of twelve chiefs, has called council. The moons have risen, the evening hunt has ended in scant success, and there are many hours to go before dawn lightens the sky. The sending has reached his Wolfriders, near and far, and now they gather in holt-glen to await the arrival of their more distant tribemates.