Moonspear mooncalled

When Sialuk spoke, it was usually with words of careful wisdom or sentiment. So the compliment laced within her explanation, so intricately woven in and yet done so without the embellished praise, stirred a gentle smile to the man, who tilted his head in quiet acceptance of her words.

If his mother had asked him where he saw himself in the future, he never would have imagined it being on a mountain that was not the Sunspire, and with a woman who believed that polygamy would help the connections and establishments of a pack.

Particularly not after the death of his father, and the way the man had supposedly passed.

“I have seen the crow,” he mused quietly, pulling himself from that darker contemplation and trying to keep his voice low so as to not wake the sick that were healing. “I always wondered your relationship with it.”