And in that other direction he could only sense, not travel, Abiriam perceived the welcoming warmth pervading the land within his wards. It was strongest at several points; the cabin, the cemetary, and at the crest of the ridge ahead. A warmth with a distinct feeling of ownership, with overtones of quasi-maternity and the occasional foray into what seemed to be distinctly feline notes. Abiram had never encountered anything quite like it; and made a mental note to consult those with more experience.

The closest he had felt to what filled the land about him was what he had felt the day Coyote had taken him to an old Pueble to meet Kocopelli

And - as if summoned by that thought; a faint hint of flute music wafted from the ridge ahead.