Moonspear shadow

Time and rest had served her well. A sore limb and cracked bone mended. Strengthened. Renewed.

The dark Archer was grateful to Alaric and his talent for healing. He had even come into leadership now at Moonspear. A role well deserved.

Fully restored, Elentari could get back to hunting. To feeding her family, her pack. To watching her mountain home range from points high above. To being deeply involved in the growth of her children, who had sprouted beautifully.

Deep in the heart of the cold season, she knew that the melt would bring change. Change that she and Sialuk had endured once before. Their time would come, their bodies receptive. In her heart, there was always room for more. She hadn't expected to love motherhood so much.

But how would Maggak and Acrux feel about younger brothers and sisters? Would they want such a thing? Their best interest, as always, was first. She and Sialuk seemed to be sharing the same thought, when her voice called out.

Elentari arrived with a freshly cured strip of sun dried meat in her jaws. Crooning, she ducked into the warmth of the ulaq, nestling herself close and tight at Sialuk's side. She sang a low, sweet note, pawing at a pale muzzle gingerly.