Jondalar. I'm not sure if he has ever thanked anyone before. I'm not sure he knows how.'

'I think you are right, Willamar. But he did just fine.'

The morning dawned clear and bright and after the morning meal, and checking to see that the horses were comfortable, Ayla and Jondalar were eager to go to the main camp to see who was there. Ayla wrapped Jonayla in her carrying cloak and settled her on a hip, then signalled Wolf to come with her, and set out. It was a bit of a walk, but not bad, Ayla decided. And she did like having a place that was somewhat out of the way, when she wanted it.

People started hailing them as soon as they appeared, and it pleased Ayla that she recognised so many, unlike the summer before when she hardly knew anyone, and even those she had met, she didn't know well. Though most Caves looked forward to seeing certain friends and relatives every year, because they regularly changed locations for the Summer Meetings, and other groups of Zelandonii did the same, there usually was some difference in the mix of Caves from year to year that gathered at any particular place.

Ayla saw some people that she was sure she had not seen before; they tended to be the ones who stared at Wolf, but the animal was welcomed with a smile or a greeting by many, especially children. He stayed close to Ayla, however, who was carrying the baby for whom he had a special affection. Large groups that included strangers were difficult for him. His instinct to protect his pack had grown more compelling as he matured, and various incidents in his life had reinforced it. In a sense, the Ninth Cave became his pack, and the territory they inhabited became the area he watched, but he couldn't protect the entire large group, much less the many additional people that Ayla had 'introduced' to him. He had learned not to treat them with hostility, but they were too many to fit into his instinctive conception of a pack. Instead, he decided that the people he knew were close to Ayla were his pack, the ones he was required to protect, especially the new young one he adored.

Though she had visited with them shortly before they left, Ayla was especially glad to see Janida with her baby and Levela. They were talking with Tishona. Marthona had told her that people often formed especially close friendships with the couples with whom they shared their Matrimonial, and it was true. She was glad to see all three women, and they all greeted Ayla and Jondalar, embracing each other and touching cheeks. Tishona had become so used to seeing the wolf, she hardly noticed him, but the other two, who still felt a little fear around him, took special pains to greet him, even if they didn't try to touch him.

Janida and Ayla fussed over each other's babies, talking about how much they had grown, and how wonderful they looked. Ayla noticed that Levela had also grown.

'Levela, you look like your baby will come any time,' Ayla said.

'I hope so. I'm ready,' Levela said.

'Since we're all here, I can come and be with you when you have your baby, if you would like. And your sister Proleva can be with you, too,' Ayla said.

'And our mother is here. I was so glad to see her. You've met Velima, haven't you?' Levela said.

'Yes,' Ayla said. 'But I don't know her well.'

'Where are Jondecam, Peridal, and Marsheval?' Jondalar asked.

'Marsheval went with Solaban to look for an old woman who knows a lot about carving ivory,' Tishona said.

'Jondecam and Peridal were looking for you,' Levela said. 'They couldn't find you last night.'

'That's not surprising, since we weren't here last night,' Jondalar said.

'You weren't? But I saw many people from the Ninth Cave,' Levela said.

'We stayed at our camp,' Jondalar said.

'Yes,' Ayla said. 'we were helping Bologan and Lanoga build a summer lodge.'

Jondalar felt a twinge of indiscretion on her part when Ayla so openly revealed what he thought of as the confidential problems of their Cave. Not that there was anything expressly wrong with talking about them. It was just that he had been raised by a leader and knew how personally most leaders took unresolved situations within their Cave that they hadn't been able to settle. Laramar and Tremeda had been an embarrassment to the Ninth Cave for some time. Neither Marthona nor Joharran had been able to do much about them. They had lived there many years, and had the right to stay. As he suspected, Ayla's statement brought curious queries.

'Bologan and Lanoga? Aren't they Tremeda's children?' Levela said. 'Why were you building their summer lodge?'

'Where were Laramar and Tremeda?' Tishona asked.

'They got in a fight, Laramar decided to move to a fa'lodge, Tremeda went after him, and didn't return,' Ayla explained.

'I think I saw her,' Janida said.

'Where?' Ayla asked.

'I think she was with some men who were drinking barma and gaming at the edge of the camp, near some of the men's far lodges,' Janida said. She spoke softly, and seemed shy about speaking out. She shifted her baby and looked at him for a moment before she continued. 'There were a couple of other women there, too. I remember being surprised to see Tremeda because I knew she had some little ones. I don't think those other women had young children.'

'Tremeda has six children, the youngest little more than a one-year. The oldest sister, Lanoga, takes care of them, and she's barely an eleven-year, herself,' Ayla said, trying to contain herself, but her irritation was obvious. 'I think her brother, Bologan, tries to help, but he's only a thirteen-year. They were trying to put up a tent for themselves last night when we walked past on our way here. But it was wet and falling apart, and they didn't have any materials for a summer lodge. So we stayed and built one for them.'

'You built a summer lodge by yourselves? With nothing but local materials?' Tishona said, looking at them with awe.

'It was a small one,' Jondalar said, with a smile. 'Just enough for their family. No one is sharing with them.'

'I'm not surprised,' Levela said, 'but it is a shame. Those youngsters could use someone to help.'

'The Cave helps,' Tishona said, in defence of the Ninth Cave, of which she was now a member. 'The other mothers even take turns nursing the baby.'

'I was wondering about that when you said Tremeda didn't return and the youngest was little more than a one-year,' Levela said.

'Tremeda ran dry a year ago,' Ayla said.

It happens when you don't nurse enough, she thought, but didn't say it aloud. There were reasons, sometimes good ones, for a mother's milk to dry up. She recalled when she had grieved so much after the death of her Clan mother, Iza, that she was oblivious to the needs of her own son. The other nursing mothers of Brun's clan had been willing to feed Durc, but in her heart she would never quite get over it.

The other women of the Clan understood more than she that it was as much Creb's fault as anyone's. When Durc cried to be fed, instead of putting him in his grieving mother's arms and letting him rouse her, he brought the baby to one of the other women to be fed. They knew he meant well, he hadn't wanted to disturb Ayla in her sorrow, and they couldn't refuse him. But the lack of nursing had made her sick with milk fever, and by the time she recovered, she was dry. Ayla held the baby girl in her arms a little closer.

'There you are, Ayla!' Proleva said as she approached. She had four other women with her.

Ayla recognised Beladora and Jayvena, the mates of the leaders of the Second and Seventh Caves, and nodded at them. They acknowledged her as well. She wondered if the other two women were also the mates of leaders. She thought she recognised one of them. The other was drawing back from Wolf.

'Zelandoni has been looking for you,' Proleva continued. 'And several young men have been asking about you, Jondalar. I told them if I saw you, I'd tell you to meet them at Manvelar's lodge in the camp of the Third Cave.'

'Proleva, where is the zelandonia lodge?' Ayla asked.

'Not far from the Third Cave's camp, right next to the camp of the Twenty-sixth Cave,' Proleva said, pointing in the general direction.

'I didn't know the Twenty-sixth had set up a camp,' Jondalar said.

'Stevadal likes to be in the middle of things,' Proleva said. 'His whole Cave isn't staying at the Meeting camp, but there are a couple of lodges for those who happen to stay late and want a place to sleep. I'm sure there will be a lot of coming and going, at least until after the First Matrimonial.'

'When will that be?' Jondalar asked.

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