Nighttime Teamwork (Hunting) Dusk was settling into the valley, hanging by the edges over the mountain peaks surrounding the flatlands like a thick, dark blanket. In the west, the feeble light of the dying sun could be seen, but barely. On the other side of the sky the stars were already sparking to life in the cloudless sky.
Five large figures moved across the open landscape, padding over rocks and grasses and moving as swiftly as the arriving nighttime. They were a pack of Tokotas, and they were on the trail of a herd of wild caribou. They loped swiftly across the valley, the growing darkness no match for their keen senses of smell and hearing.
In the lead was a large male with a flashy, curly pelt named Visar. His violet eyes raked the ground before him, searching for signs of hoofprints and disturbed foliage that
Fishing in the Dark (Fishing) It was nighttime. Chilled gusts soared down in spirals around the tall mountains, which reached up as if to grab the stars. But this was the late summer season, and by the time the wind had traveled all the way down from the clear, black sky, it had been warmed by the residual heat of the earth, softening it to a soothing draft.
In the valley, five Tokotas waited, gazing at one another with multicolored eyes that reflected the light of the half-moon. Three of them were strangers here—they had wandered as a group, by accident, into the territory of the other two, and the standoff was tense.
“We meant no harm,” the biggest male in the trio informed the locals, who bristled slightly. “We were just passing through.”
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