Moonspear lie to me

Anna's voice called for her, and Sialuk pivoted around to smile at her mother. She appeared to be in better spirits today, and Sialuk was grateful for it. Along with the new day came a new lesson, and so the girl sat across from her mother now, staring down at the tail that once belonged to a beaver. Now, it belonged to them.

The raindrop was curious about what this might be. She had seen beavers, of course, although she had never gotten terribly close to one. She thought she may also take this opportunity to talk to her mother about the bones and ask what word was used for animals of his kind. A friend outside of her own species, and a helpful one at that. The witch had called it a guide, but Sialuk was not certain what word she could use for him from her mother's tongue that would fit.