Bitterroot Valley uuman ∾

She was feeling frustration. Impatience. Even though Sedna had not visited her, the changes were already beginning to filter there way into her blood. She frowned at anaa's question, knowing the answer was not one she wished to pick apart. It did not make a difference. She was not issumatar. No hunter would fight for her even if she wished it.

The raindrop sighed, looking down to the earth as her mother spoke of spirit names. She listened, but she did not feel this would help her. What use was a spirt name if it was broken? If she was broken.

But I am not mother, she said. Whatever the polar bear mother meant, Sialuk did not find solace in the new name.