Moonspear blood makes atonement for one's life

slowly she was beginning to comprehend the weighted chain that hung invisibly upon the ostrega name. jarilo was so very careful. arcturus was brash, cold. revui was —

she thought of her time upon the mouth of the totoka, in her small round house and with all the solitude that was necessary for long times of thinking. a freedom that had ultimately been too much for kuktutux.

she lay her chin upon forepaws. "you must tell the spirits of your mother and your father that you will find your own way." a small smile. "do not live for them. do what is good for yourself."

do not be like me.

the hypocrisy was bitter upon her tongue.