Moonspear a hunt

She smiled as Elke spoke of her father, a wolf that she did not know much about. Why had he left her here? Why was he not here when Elke's mother had been here? She did not know, and again, Sialuk did not ask. Why a husband left his wife was business that she was not meant to know.

Your father is a good man, Sialuk assured her cousin. Whoever he was, he reminded Sialuk of her mother. The story of a wolf who could create rain, a great reindeer atop a mountain... those were elements that she could easily see fitting into tales woven by her own mother. She knew the stories differently, but the outcomes were the same.

My name has the meaning 'raindrop' in my mother's tongue, and what is that but melted snow? We are namekin as well as bloodkin, she said, smiling.