moonglow

Updated: June 23, 2025

And he rubbed his hands in the moonglow until his knuckles cracked. The Call came to Baree like a thief entering slowly and cautiously into a forbidden place. He did not understand it at first. It made him nervous and uneasy, so restless that Nepeese frequently heard him whine softly in his sleep. He was waiting for something. What was it? Pierrot knew, and smiled in his inscrutable way.

James Oliver Curwood - Baree, Son of Kazan