Moonspear sigur rós

Often, she lay curled around close to her dear partner, Sialuk. Relishing in the tenderness of the affection exchanged from one mother to another, passed down in plenty to their children. Huddled near, contrasting pelts like ying and yang, almost as if a perfect representation of the balance in their relationship.

The children were healthy. They wanted for nothing. Kept warm, clean and fed, Elentari always found she had plenty of time for them both. When Sialuk needed to tend to her duties as head of the village, or just take a break from parenting, the Archer was always there to fill in. 

In the outside world, not all was quite so peaceful. Word spread like wildfire in Moonspear, and she had learned of the harm brought upon @Seal and @Njord. A devil in orange and black striped skin. Clawed paws dwarfing the size of any bears. 

It made her nervous, the thought of such a beast running loose. As Maggak shifted, scuttling towards the plumed tip of her tail, she crooned in a comforting sound. The flowers that Seal had brought her shortly before her birth, she had fashioned together along a delicate spring vine. A decoration...a memory. She reached for them, letting one pale blossom of white gently sit close, enough to be reachable. 

Bless her. Bless them. Keep them safe.