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Wilwarin opened her eyes, sniffling back the tears in embarrassment. She was half grown, she would not blubber like a baby. Her mother's words reassured some part of her, the unspoken part that had been rattled by the event and blamed herself. The nymph had not considered things in the same light, hadn't given herself the consideration that she was still a child. 

'Amil was protected by the spirits then? By the bear? Not punished?' her brow furrowed as she tried to understand. 

Her gaze searched Kukutux's in return, trying to decipher what the moonwoman meant. She didn't know what it meant to be born of a bear. With a deep breath, she asked, 'How do I discover it? The bear in me?'