"Everyone, Liza, aunt - welcome back!" Malcolm's gruff baritone rang out in greeting as he ushered the newly returned women towards the flickering flames. "Come see what our dear Brenda has mastered in the hunter's arts!"
Indeed, the newly-appointed luna presided over her domain with unmistakable pride, tending to a feast that would have done their ancestors proud. A whole haunch of venison sizzled over the jumpring pit, dripping with savory juices alongside an assortment of foraged mushrooms, tubers and greens. It was a veritable feast worthy of their sacred pack's traditional hunter gatherer heritage.
Yet Liza, typically the first to appreciate such offerings, seemed possessed by some strange spirit. She whirled through their modest camp like an autumn wind, her copper tresses flying w
