Moonspear And I looked down into the end of the world and saw the beast

Sialuk was in a good mood. The spirits had blessed her with many opportunities this year, and the spear began to feel like home once again. She felt her way now to the pockmark in the mountain, which began to grow new life. She smelled him before she saw him, her nostrils flaring and her eyes narrowing on the dark figure who had once helped build Moonglow. But there was no love in her heart for him.

The raindrop, to any one else, quickly turned to a sharp icicle.

Her lip curled back and her ears flattened against her skull: how dare he visit the place her ancestors lay?

Her hackles raised along her back: how dare he show his face?

Her throat ushered in a growl: how dare he?