Moonspear [m] bad girls

Sialuk lay prone on a doe pelt, one she had brought home from her ulaq in Moonglow. It was worn, but comfortable, soft beneath her belly. The stone cave smelled strongly of the midwinter herbs she had collected since relocating here. Toward the back, her altar with the bones and feather Kannoyak had given her rested quietly in the dark.

Keen, will you come and rest? she asked, a three-toed paw touching the space beside her.