Moonspear oh, home

Orca did a fantastic job brightening her sister’s mood. Seal giggled at her antics although, in the back of her mind, the picture of another family member becoming wounded gave the girl goosebumps. Physical prowess was one of Orca’s strengths. She had always been the bold, confident, and cunning sibling. If there was anyone who would become a mighty warrior and protector, it was Orca.

Then, Seal’s attention turned to her grandmother as she began to weave a tale. “I didnae ken that marks were… made in such a way.” Seal observed. “Da has ‘em on his face, too, but I never…” her voice trailed off in thought as her gaze drifted over Towhee’s back. She had always just thought they had been born that way.

Her ears fell to the side sheepishly, feeling her naivety.

“I didnae want tae fight…” she frowned. Pride or bravery was not the emotion she associated with the event. She thought of the other two men who had fought besides Da. “Uncle?” Seal gawked, surprised.