Bramblepoint my sweet torment

my timeline is an absolute nightmare but it's fine i couldn't not join this. lmk if not ok!

there were very few instances where maggak was not attached to the hip of acrux, especially after returning home. she spent many days catching up with him, singing songs, fishing, wrestling; their bodies grew tall, their teeth grew large. today, when he wandered from moonspear, she followed at a snail's pace. to keep him safe, was what she told herself.
she thought often of anânsiak, of what she had learned about monsters, and since her return home, she grew paranoid. always watching at night, pacing the village with raised hackles and wide eyes.
and so, naturally, when she heard the shriek undeniably belonging to her brother from some distance away, she felt an icy chill run from nose to tail tip. they were alone in the woodlands, alone with nothing but the nesting winter birds and the fish in the creek! when she ran after him, heart in her throat, what she saw stunned her. acrux, bloodied, murky water; a girl, slim face, large ears, dusky silhouette;

it is not a wolf at all, but a bad spirit, a tupilak, who wears the skin of what is familiar.

maggak came hurtling through the brush with her own cry as she leapt ferociously, seeking skin to meet her teeth. tupilak! tupilak! tupilak!