Moonspear This is a thread

Sialuk reached back—far back—to her first memories of this place. In my culture, we do not speak the names of the dead. It was my aunt—my father's sister—who led this pack when I was small. She had a husband and children of her own, some older and some born of the same year as braataa. This means 'my brother' in my mother's language. I was not yet a year when the strange storm rained down and killed many of my kin. Few made it off the slopes, and only Kukutux, my mother, and I regrouped on the ring of mountains there. The raindrop gestured with her snout to where village Moonglow still stood.

There, I stayed nearly two years. But when summer came last year, the cloud of what happened still hung heavy over my spirit. I took a journey north to see many new places, new villages, new peoples. I learned many things of them, and it lifted my spirit once more. Always, I knew I would return to Moonspear and turn it to a village of my own making. Before I had gone, I had listened to the ancestors who lay here, and they said I would bring sons and daughters to the mountain once more.