Ouroboros Spine Happy days

It was often that Sialuk forgot that not all children born to Moonglow spoke the language of her mother. She had been so steeped in it as a child, listening to long, winding, magical stories from Kukutux, that it was second nature to her. Anang is my mother and atâtanguang is, ah... moonwoman's husband, but not my first father. She did not think it proper to dampen their conversation with her own personal loss of taataa, who had long since gone to the place of the dancing lights with many others on that fateful day of the strange storm.

Ajei proceeded to practice her skill, and Sialuk watched as the girl seemed to be a natural at it! Ah, you are quick! Sialuk exclaimed, her tail wagging and voice dripping with approval. She herself could not have done it better. Ajei would make a fine wife for a very lucky wolf some day, Sialuk thought. Perhaps she would be wife to many, as was the starwoman's plan.

What will you do with your prize? she asked.