Moonsong Glacier mere man ki ganga

Another language, passed from mother to child. Sialuk had always been so curious about her mother's heritage, and while she had learned much, she knew she had only peeled away one or two layers of many. Anaa's people were one that Sialuk had always revered.

Aya, to the ring of mountains, she said, her snout pointing toward her home of the past year (and then some). I spend much time here. This—Moonspear—was the place my mother gave birth to me. My father's mother gave birth to him here, also.

Something—a light whispering sound—rang in her head, only for her to hear.

One day, you give birth to your sons and daughters here.

She knew it to be true.