Moonspear [m] red cloud drifting

Talisman's call was distinct from the wolves in her village. His voice was a high whine upon the wind, with a quality one might call haunting. Sialuk plucked her way down the mountain, coming upon not just Talisman, but Kusuma as well. The smell of her powerful in its own right. Perhaps there would be more children upon the mountain than her own and Elentari's after all.

Kusuma lay just inside the ulaq, with Talisman looking rather tense outside of it.

Salutitsinik, she greeted, casting them both a questioning glance. Do you seek permission for family?