“I will call him Red Wolf now—that is what he told me,” Bibi said. “Who?” “Nyka.” “He mocks the red ochre I used to rub on my skin, saying only Ku women wear red,” I said. “Truth for your ears? I have never seen a man in that colour,” Bibi said. Bibi stopped, his brow furrowed, and looked at me as if trying to catch something he missed, then shook it out. “And wolf?” he asked. “You have not seen my eye?”
