The temporary camp was busy on the chilly Kerah morning.  A party departed to search for food, but six tsabhua remained, milling about as they determined what to do.  Dawnbreaker and Orion wrestled, trying to push each other around, while Snowdance told Skylark about his visit to the river.  Yannikuf stood off to the side, awkward in this colony that was not his.  A brown tsab nodded to him, then stepped confidently to the head of the group.  “Yayaloc tol...