Sun Mote Copse the silver knife

pack ritual limited to @Asherah,  @Bastian, and @Giana

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it came to pass that eshamun felt the hand of molech upon her, and knew it was time to give the child back to the eight-armed one. eshamun knew much time had been lost -- guilt had settled upon her for this -- but she steeled herself and went down to asherah's den. "sister," the canaanite murmured as she entered, after announcing herself with a series of barks. "it is time." she met the wolfess' eyes with a quiet glance, and allowed the new mother the time she needed before she allowed eshamun to move forward and back from the den with bachir held gently in her jaws.
@Ar-Khalba stood near — she met his eyes with for a silent moment, before turning and making her way to the river, presumably with asherah in tow. once there, she lay the child between her forepaws and called for the odd doctor and the rust-marked wolfess. they were the only ones among the malkaria who had not seen this most sacred ceremony, and now the two must learn.[/tr][/td][/table]