Creatures~
Lamochatee
Etowah, Tallu
Eldermoon, 4417
Lamochatee took the steps of the mico’s mound at a run. It had taken him weeks to get to Etowah, even barely stopping to sleep. Malatchee was in a rocking chair on the porch, watching him climb.
“What did I see?” Lamochatee asked, straight away.
“You were supposed to be on the coast,” said Malatchee.
“I know, but I wasn’t. What did I see?”
“Mocama was attacked while you were off exploring.”
Lamochatee stumbled on the next step. He’d wandered away from his duty and failed to protect his territory. Fatigue suddenly drained him of everything but guilt.
“How bad?”
“White Hawk’s rangers took back the fort. Larad took captives.”
Slaves. His people.
“I will find them. I will bring them back. I swear it, Father.”
“A spirit runner se
