Gently rubbing Toris’ back, he turned his attention to Strong Oak who stood awkwardly to one side.
“Join us,” Chief Long Knife summoned the young man, waiting for the warrior to sit before continuing, “Thank you for bringing my family to me.”
A wealth of unspoken words hung in the air.
Uncertain about what to reply, Strong Oak merely nodded his acknowledgment of the chief’s gratitude.
“Where is Kajirowirago and Gretjen? Their children?”
Strong Oak rubbed the back of his neck, “They have chosen to remain with Chief Red Hawk and his tribe at least until the spring. Gretjen longs to receive word from their eldest son and by staying closer to the fort…”
“Of course,” Chief Long Knife turned to Wolf and Gentle Doe, “They are from across the waters but joined this tribe before I arrived. Chief Black Bear trusted them and they have proved their loyalty since the time I have been chief.”