Moonspear fear

Okay, she said, stepping toward it to sniff at it once Sialuk was done doing her own operation on it. Whats the dandy-lion do? she asked in the very next breath, peering back to her leader. 

It doesnae even look like itself anymore, she said, somehow a bit surprised that they wouldn’t just… wave the flower over the wolf and their injury. Or maybe just have them eat it as it was. It seemed complicated, and Orca typically didn’t have the patience for complicated—but Seal and da were on the line, here. 

Life was what happened when you had other plans, and interests apparently. 

So, even though the lesson might have put past Orca to sleep… present Orca knew this was not boring, but important for future Orca perhaps. And even more than that, da and Seal right now. She cursed the hellcat once more, and another thought came to her, because she had absolutely heard about Sialuk and her bones. 

Can we do somethin’ to that hellcat? Not physical? Check the bones and, oh, I dinnae ken… maybe… ah… there were no words that Orca had for curse or for hex. Somethin’ unpleasant. I wish it were dead, she angrily muttered with all the spite of an angry girl.