I have spoken with several of the shamans about my own needs – mostly for help in cooking and clothing. I can, after all, teleport to wherever the game is plentiful and snatch fresh-killed prey from under the noses of the local predators, and I have found a number of sites where fruits and nuts are plentiful. It is the preparation of food and hides that gives me problems.
“What you need,” Lion said finally, “is a woman whose children are grown. Were Little Gnu and Gazelle not what you needed? But once Little Gnu was able to travel, he preferred to rejoin their group. I am not so sure Gazelle felt the same way.”
“Rainbow,” one of the shamans suggested. “Her mate was killed hunting two seasons ago, but she is skilled at cooking and making clothing. Her daughters have gone to other groups, and she had no sons.”
Jarn’s Journal is the journal of a human-like alien, Jarn, who was stranded in Africa roughly 125,000 years ago. He has met some of our ancestors, who persist in treating him as a god. The Journal to date is on my author site, and gives some of the remote back story of the Jarnian Confederation, where my published science fiction is set. A longer version of this post (explaining the pelargonium picture) is on my main blog.