Ocean's Breath Plateau Sweet Moon

He was not sure he could have asked his anaa, she was so sure in the rites, she had taught them. And yet Massaraq had called long and hard for his alive sister, or his hopefully alive sister, and had never heard a reply. Somehow death seemed even further away - if anywhere at all. Ajei's silence prompted him to speak, not to fill it, simply because it did not press, and yet he wanted to ask. "Do you think...." He trailed off, unsure, it felt wrong to even ask. As if whatever magic might have been done would disappear with those words.

But he wished to know. "She could hear us?" He looked at the moon, a namesake for this pack and so many others. Moonglow. Moonspear. Moontide. Named for something so far away.