It was the ninth day of the ninth moon, and the moon rose full. Yanjmaa had to choose her path. Would she stay a shamaness? Or would she leave the circle of tents, not for the mountains, but for the steppes?
Yanjmaa made her choice. Now it was just her, her wolf, and the Golden Nail to guide her.
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Running with the Wolves
المغامرةGo row the boat, to safer grounds, but don't you know, we're stronger now...
