Dragoncrest Cliffs go fish

Claim is not the word, she said, sharper than her intent. As Meerkat said in the next breath, it belonged to her. But anaa was happy upon the spine with the sun man and her children. Both those from last year and those that grew now. Sialuk had not found the same peace that she had hoped to know there.

Reclaim, she decided. Her father had claimed those lands, her aunt. The spear belonged to Ostregas. And Sialuk was—so far as she knew—the last. There, she could rebuild the name. Reclaim what her ancestors had built.