Moonspear And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains

akiak, the inner spirit whispered as she looked into bronco's earnest gaze with its twinge of pain. closer she came, pulled by her role as healer, beckoned by the kind light that seemed to swathe the boy. and it seemed she was correct to give him the silent name. "a bear?" the woman exclaimed, at last dropping her ingrained mannerliness, exchanging it for a worried look.

"where did you meet the forest-father?" she inquired, extending the paleness of her muzzle to brush over his brow, his shoulders, if bronco should allow. "you are lucky, to live after disturbing him." she did not know the word 'medic,' but supposed it had to do with healing, and sat near the boy. "it is good that you rest. have you lain in water yet? it may make the pain spirits flee away."