Moonspear a hunt

Sialuk smiled softly at the kind words her cousin spoke of her. Elke would be missed, too. She did not wish for her cousin to go, but that was part of the deal with the bones (and by extension, Sixsix). By allowing her to use them, it did not always bring good news. The knowledge they presented her was neither good nor bad. It just was. To explain was difficult, even though Sialuk had spent much time putting her mind to it.

In truth, I do not know. It is a feeling I get from them. Sialuk paused, then shared something with Elke that was a bit more personal than she would with just anybody. One wolf, Norah, told me—in so many words—that it was just pretend. I do not believe her now that I have worked with the bones more. They have meaning. Not everybody believed that, but Sialuk firmly did. Skeptics be damned.