Moonspear chaadaquudax ✢

Though her tongue was still healing, Sialuk felt mostly back to normal. It now only bothered her while she was eating or if she accidentally pressed too hard while grooming herself. She had taken to the fish offerings of her mother well. They were strange, but good, and Sialuk saw them more and more as the days went by. They weren't the same as her mother's milk, but they were tasty in their own right.

Sialuk sped bast her brother, then her mother, deciding she would take the lead. She wouldn't go too far ahead, of course, just enough so that she could feel like she was leading this merry band of moons.