So many things have changed in the last moon that it is almost hard for the healer to keep up. The move...Unlike that move to north camp, which was frought with dangers, the move to south started with good omens and the move itself went without many hitches. The twins seemed to enjoy the move..some days riding in their cradle boards, strung on either side of their mothers saddle, other days in the wagon, and occasionally even carried in arm by their mother and the slave reshaka. Both had grown so much and they were learning their world so quickly. They competed constantly, battled frequently, and make truce rarely. Her daughter at first was the victim...being much smaller, more delicate and a female. But, as the hands moved past, Sheku developed her own cunning side and soon it was the brother Kus who was crawling for cover, trying to fend off her attacks, and watching helplessly as she took his favorite possessions, his food and just about anything else she wished, when his defenses failed to work. Through these times, Kaeli looked on but did not interfere unless it was to prevent physical harm to her children. She knew that she had to stay neutral, that the children had to work it out between themselves. Like all life, it was survival of the fittest, and Kus had to learn to use more than his superior size to win a war against his sister. Secretly, Kaeli was proud that her daughter possessed the ability to stand up for herself, but openly she maintained a balance that allowed for no favortism. Since arriving at the new camp, her mate had been very busy. Time together had become almost nonexistant. At first it had been setting up the forge so that they could make the parts to fix all the damaged wagons. Then it was making the parts and fixing the wagons. Now it was scouting forays that lasted for sometimes over a hand. She knew he had duties to the tribe so she was patient and did not get angry or petulent over the long absences. She kept a vigil, watching the trails leading into the camp, listening for the sound of the drums that would signal the patrols return, waiting....waiting to feel his weight on their sleeping platform as he slipped in beside her. She was no stranger to this kind of waiting and had been through it before. This time it was harder, but her patience grew stronger and she poured all her energies into her children and work. With so much to do, she could work till she was exhausted and barely able to climb under the furs. When Ba'tar left after putting Ayguili in charge, changes sprouted like new shoots of grass and this gave her something else to think about while she worked. Many of the changes were the kind that should have already been, and some were just a downright surprise and she wished her mate was here to talk to about them. So much she missed him, every night she rode to the highest spot she could find to watch for him, and every moment of her waking day, she silently prayed to the skies for his safe return. Without him the stars seemed to shine less bright and she lost interest in much that went on around her. She ate only because she had to, and only enough to keep her belly from growling in protest. She threw herself into work and rearing the twins, and was seen less often at the main fires. He was her Sky and until he returned she would keep watch....