The valley of horses_ a novel - Jean M. Auel [87]
She only makes that sound when they couple like that. I wonder if she likes it, or if she doesn’t? I never liked it, even after it didn’t hurt anymore. But the other women did. Why was I so different? Just because I didn’t like Broud? Why should that make any difference? Does that female fox like that male? Does she like what he’s doing? She doesn’t run away.
It wasn’t the first time Ayla had refrained from hunting in order to observe foxes and other carnivorous animals. She had often spent long days watching the prey her totem allowed her to hunt, to learn their habits and habitats, and she had discovered they were interesting fellow creatures. The men of the clan learned hunting by practicing on herbivorous animals, food animals, and though they could track and hunt them when a warm fur was wanted, carnivores were never their favorite prey. They did not develop the special bond with them that Ayla had.
They still fascinated her, though she knew them well, but the rapidly pumping fox and the screaming vixen set her to wondering about more than hunting. Every year in late winter they come together like that. In spring, when her coat is turning brown, that vixen will have a litter. I wonder if she’ll stay here under the bones and driftwood, or dig a burrow someplace else. I hope she stays. She’ll nurse them, then give them baby food partly chewed from her own mouth. After that she’ll bring dead prey, mice and moles and birds. Sometimes a rabbit. When her babies are bigger, she’ll bring them animals still alive and teach them to hunt. By next fall, they’ll be almost grown, and next winter the vixens will screech like that when the males mount.
Why do they do it? Come together like that? I think he’s starting her babies. If all she has to do to have them is swallow a spirit, like Creb always told me, why do they couple like that? No one thought I’d have a baby. They said the spirit of my totem was too strong. But I did. If Durc was started when Broud did that to me, it wouldn’t matter if my totem was strong.
People are not like foxes, though. They don’t have babies only in spring, women can have them anytime. And women and men don’t couple just in winter, they do it all the time. A woman doesn’t have a baby every time, though. Maybe Creb was right, too. Maybe the spirit of a man’s totem has to get inside a woman, but she doesn’t swallow it. I think he puts it inside her when they come together, with his organ. Sometimes her totem fights it, and sometimes it starts a new life.
I don’t think I want a white fox fur. If I kill one, the rest will leave, and I want to see how many kits she’ll have. I’ll get that ermine I saw downstream before she turns brown. Her fur is white, and softer, and I like the black tip on her tail.
But that little weasel is so small, her pelt is hardly big enough to make one hand covering, and she’ll have babies in spring too. Next winter there will probably be more ermines. Maybe I won’t go hunting today. I think I’ll finish that bowl instead.
It didn’t occur to Ayla to wonder why she was thinking about the creatures who might be in her valley next winter, when she had planned to leave in spring. She was growing accustomed to her solitude, except in the evening when she added a new notch to a smooth stick and put it on the growing pile of them.
Ayla tried to push the stringy, oily lock of hair out of her face with the back of her hand. She was splitting a feeder root of a tree in preparation for making a large mesh basket, and couldn’t let go. She had been experimenting with new weaving techniques, using various materials and combinations of them to produce different textures and meshes. The whole process of weaving, tying, knotting and the making of webbing, strands, and cords had captured her interest to the exclusion of almost everything else. Though occasionally the end products were unworkable, and sometimes laughable, she had made some startling innovations, encouraging her to try more. She found herself twining or plaiting nearly everything that came to hand.
She had