Moonspear school hard

Sialuk shot daggers with her eyes at her aunt, unsatisfied with her answer. I trust anaa, she said with a heavy emphasis on the last word, clamping her mouth shut then and refusing to answer the question about where it hurt. She clutched her paw close to her chest, guarding it from Hydra and anything she might want to do with it. The shift caused her to put weight on her bruised rib, which made her wince and writhe more.

You aren't a healer, so stop acting like one! she spat, knowing immediately that it was not ladylike. But she didn't care. She was scared. She was hurt. She wanted her mother. Nothing else could console her. Except perhaps her father, but even that was going to be a hard sell.