Broken Antler Fen Sing Me A Song Make It A Singalong

Massaraq was both too hungry and not quite prideful enough to refuse the kindness so he accepted the nibbled on beaver with grateful thanks and a smile. "Well thank you then." And began taking bites. In between he gave a partial shrug of his shoulders. "Not too mysterious, it's a tradition for boys to go on spirit walks or journeys before becoming men. When I feel it is right I'm supposed to make a hunt and eat this and dream." He nudged forward the pack he had been carrying, the fungus had begun to smell familiar to him after carrying it so long but he was still unsure of what he would dream of. "But I'm not sure when that will be." He admitted quietly.

At the mention of Sialuk he perked up and nodded. "What pack are you from? Sialuk is my sister, sistraa, or half." He had not realized that Moonspear had allies to the south, or perhaps Moonglow. But then again he had not travelled to packs that were not founded by his sisters and never so far south.