Moonspear lie to me

A new word, and they would be making toys. Sialuk had her own toys now, though they were not the same as those she used as an infant. Her brow furrowed, but then her eyes widened at the connection. She knew that she would not have children in the spring (it would not be until the next), but her mother very well might carry more children into the world. Little brothers and sisters to dote upon when the world grew warm again.

For yours when the world is warm again? she asked, just to be sure. The beaver tail was thick, and Sialuk went to work on it, ears pushed forward to hear the answer and what more wisdom her mother might impart on her. If there was one thing Sialuk was never lacking, it was a seemingly endless drip of stories, traditions, and culture from the woman who had brought her to live in Moonspear.