Moonspear monday? no thanks.

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maggak was steadfast. she held her brother the whole way home, burning and bloodstained, muddied up to her elbows with dirt brown and scarlet. she did not falter, not once; she did not allow herself to. not until she saw her mothers.
birthmother is scorned; milkmother is shattered. the fire of spirits long past came alive in the knifecut of her tone. anaa, ele, sunshine, now burning with spitfire and flare; there is a tupilak in the woodlands. we have to warn the other villages.
to the brecheliant wolf maggak turns toward now, hesitantly stepping away so that anaa may assess the extent of acrux's wounds. the pale ears twitch and bend sidelong. she is not one of them, and it is made clear in the sharp cut of the jadestone gaze. why are you here?