Moonspear dew on the grass

Seal greeted Sialuk with a timid smile. It was not in her nature to be so sheepish, but the tiger’s attack had instilled a new reverence for nature’s spirit. This invisible world was new and the young girl feared its rejection.

Unlike her, Sialuk was completely comfortable in her own skin with a voice that flowed like a bird’s song. Sialuk howled to greet the morning. How elegant and beautiful she looked! Seal wished to be like that…

“Yes,” she breathed with conviction. Seal would have walked through fire if Siauluk asked.

She followed her leader, inline, towards the water.