Moonspear by night was a pale green

Eight days passed since her beautiful daughter and son were born. They were born upon the mountain, just as the spirits had told her. She left the both of them in the care of the many who loved them, knowing they would never see a day without that sense of belonging and safety. It was everything she had wished for her children, and more. Not only was Kukutux there, but Towhee had been, too. And though some part of her yearned for the company of Chakliux and Glaukos, she knew that Maggak would grow up with Argent and Whip there to guide her in the ways a father did.

Along the ridge, Sialuk paused to listen to the call of a stranger. A strained smile pulled at her lips, knowing Njord would be unable to answer the call in his current state, Elentari and Argent were likely with the children, and Alaric was delivering the goods to their neighbor villages.

It was the head of the village who came down the mountain that day, her underside heavy with milk, swaying gently from side-to-side with each stride. Glowing like any new mother would, she offered him the standard salutation. This woman greets you. I am Sialuk Ostrega, and you look upon village Moonspear. She let her gaze fall on his handsome features a moment longer. I do not know your face.