The intense heat and thick redwood smoke make the interior of the sweathouse almost unbearable. Through the haze you can make out bows, arrows, clubs and knives stacked against the earthen walls.
In one corner, two hunters are conversing in Ramaytush, the local Ohlone dialect. One boasts that, in preparation for the coming hunt, he has neither touched nor nor looked directly at his wife for three days. His friend confirms that, for his part, he has eaten no meat or salt for the same period.
The the far corner of the room, her eyes closed, sits the ancient shaman. She clutches her medicine pouch in one hand and a cooking basket in the other. The other occupants of the sweathouse keep a respectful distance from her.
You see an opening that leads to the Coyote's den. Type COYOTE to get there.
Sharkeen is here.
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