Moonspear i'm still here

She saw less of Sixsix in recent months, but he still did make an appearance now and again. Sialuk had spent time with him this morning, roaming the slopes of Moonspear and listening to what the land of her ancestors had to say. They whispered many things, not all of which she could parse out, but she took in as much as she could.

Then, a voice not a whisper called for her, and Sialuk paused to listen. It was the voice of Caracal—kajuk as she had come to call him in her mind. He had parted some time ago, but Sialuk could not begrudge him for it. He had only been waylaid here due to his ankle, and she had done her duty to mend him so that he could continue his path, wherever that took him.

The raindrop began her descent down the mountain, only to find herself coming face-to-face with a wolf not kajuk at all. His fur was a multitude of grays, and she paused to observe him a moment. You search for something? she asked. Sialuk did not wish to linger long, knowing Caracal waited for her.