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Anaa's call vibrated through the air, and Sialuk turned an ear toward it. She would return to the snow ulaq soon, but she should make conversation with this one first.

She is recovering, Sialuk replied, intentionally vague on the details. She did not know this man, so it was only natural not to trust him right away. Sialuk kept a single paw on the otter at her feet, at the ready to grab it and flee toward anaa if he attempted anything unsavory. Her parents had taught her well how to navigate meetings with strangers.

I am Sialuk Ostrega. Of Moonspear, she would have once added, but no more. Her birthplace had been defiled, and she was not yet ready to speak its name.

Are you in search of a home? she asked. It was not like her to be so forward, but circumstances were different now. She and anaa would need others among them if they wished to survive, even if those others were not survivors of their past home. Desperate times called for desperate measures.