Moonspear Djupt du dreg anden inn, let tankar svinna.

Sialuk listened again with interest as Towhee explained the history behind her language. She felt as though it was another tale from anaa's own mouth, although different in that many of Kukutux's stories were tales of far off people, places, and things. Towhee's story came from her own experiences rather than something that happened long ago.

She thought on the final question for a fair moment, silently seeking the whispering advice of the ancestors on the wind. As with most answers, the one they did give her was unclear and muddled. Faint words that appeared disconnected until she could glue them together into something coherent.

Bright prospects. Impelled to render service. Accept the help of others.

Sialuk furrowed her brow. Then she knew.

You have had many children—and grandchildren. You will help me when this happens to me? To answer questions, give advice? she asked. If her own mother had been here, Sialuk would have asked for her help and advice along the way. And though Moonglow was only a short trek away, such questions would be easier to answer with an experienced mother living upon the spear.