Moonspear what dies doesn’t stay dead

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Ariadne had made it to Moonspear a few days before @Kukutux, and had been helping the village out since arriving. She hunted, tended to the mothers, children, and @Rodyn when he allowed her to, cleaned dens, patrolled, and whatever else was asked of her.

Today, she crouched upon the river’s shore and cleaned some of the furs that had lined @Sialuk and @Elentari’s beds. The pelt she scrubbed had a particularly tricky stain, and she worked at it with a sullen expression. She was exhausted—but there was work to do and grief to keep at bay.

She paused, sighing and wiping her brow as she examined her work. I’ve been working at this forever, she huffed to herself. Why won’t it go away?