Cedar Sweep [m] suqłiuġun

Something sour formed in her stomach when asked if she'd been mothering their children the same. Biting back her feelings about the question, as she knew nitpicking would do them no good in this situation, she quickly and sternly answered. Of course I have.

Kigipigak then mentioned going to the Copse to seek help, and Asivaq felt relief and anxious about his plan. I think that is the best we can do, she began, her voice quieter and softer than before as she felt the pull of her mother's intuition. She held their son closer, protecting him from the harsh reality of what she would say next.

But I am not sure if he will make it through the night. I do not know why or how this is happening, was she that bad of a mother? But he is the weakest that I've seen him, and nothing I am doing is helping him.