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She had reached an age where she looked more adult than youth. Sure, Sialuk was still gangly in places, but she held herself differently than she had a month ago. Her features were beginning to take on their final form, although the wolf she came across today would not notice that. She might, however, notice the more confident step of the five month old Sialuk, or perhaps she'd notice that the girl spoke more like an adult than a child, even though her voice was not quite in its final tone.

The stranger had strange eyes, and she was pulling moss off a tree: something the Ostrega had seen her mother do time and time again. Kukutux was a healer, after all, and Sialuk had been an observant understudy since before she had found her voice. She woofed lightly in the stranger's direction, though she stayed a good distance back. If she needed to flee or call for help, she knew all of Moonspear would be there to help.

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