A howl broke her concentration, and the female sighed as she yet again put her work away. In the few hours she had left over in between duties and teachings, she had taken up a new hobby. Several unfinished dreamcatchers lay strewn around on her sleeping bunk, some works in progress and some works she'd quickly given up on. At first she had tried to make a small one for an ornament, but quickly found that her clumsy fingers had been trained to the spear much further than they had been for such fine needlework. The tribe could certainly need some freshening up for spring, but it would seem she was an unreliale source of decorations, judging by the speed at which she failed at making even the simplest of items. It was almost a blessing to be torn away from it; her self esteem was taking several blows with each failure.
She moved in large steps to the outside of her building, and now she was grateful for how she had found a way to keep her horse closer. Swinging a leg over the large animal, she rose as if a giant, a huge wolf atop a huge mount. Only the strongest could support her weight. With a quick movement of her arm she directed it through the reins, and soon they were trotting along the trodden-down paths, out of the village. It took a blessedly short while to reach the callers on horseback, and they were not hard to find to a female who had been trained to track. She spotted two figures, and a horse, ahead, but could not recognise their scent even as she drew closer. Not getting down from her mount, she spoke to them from atop the horse, asserting her dominance over the situation with ease. A hoarse, deep female's voice spoke out, greeting them formally, and with a smile. She saw little point in dawdling, or speaking in oracular words; her message was clear and immediate. "Greetings, strangers. I am Ulilohi, councilwoman. What do you seek?"
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