ᎤᏓᏏᏂᏕᏅ ᏭᏂᎷᏤ ᎦᎷᏯᏍᏗ, ᏚᎾᎭᏄᏮ, ᏚᏂᏍᏘᏰᎬ, ᎤᏂᏁᎦᎸ ᎠᏒᎨ ᏧᏂᎶᏒ - ᎠᏂᏒᎨ ᎤᎭᏰᏌᏛ ᏧᏆᎶᎬ, ᎪᏍᏔ, ᎢᎾᎨ ᎠᏁᎯ ᏧᎾᏗᎩᏓ, ᎠᎵ ᏃᎴ ᎠᏓ ᏧᎦᏒᏍᏗ.
They arrived at Axe’s place before dark, carrying the odors of journey in their clothes and their hair and on their skin—scents of morning dew beading the leaves, the dust of the trail, the droppings of animals, sweat, and woodsmoke.