The bear was scared by the distant approached of a storm and turned leaving Frisse taking a deep breath ,she was lucky .Suddenly there was another sound . She reconqized it this time .The storm continued on it's approach with the sound of thunder nearing .

' Dvenon is that you now ? '

Still no one answered but behind a small boulder nearby she saw a ,a what ? A shadow moved slowly from behind it .It was a shadow of a yet a woman , but not Dvenon .' Who you are ? ' she asked the woman was old probably older then the mighty chief of her tribe , she wore rags and looked worn out .No one knew exactly how old their chief was .

' Your Derink ? ' asked Frisse .Derink nodded wanted to shake her hand but Frisse stepped back .' Thought you were banished Derink ? ' Frisse could not believe how old the woman was indeed .Frisse hoped she'd lived to be that old too .

' She was ,' came another voice , this time it belonged to Dvenon .

to be continued