Moonspear flooded

Her little chirping bird was the most unique of them all, Sialuk had decided. Some time with the bones had answered questions of their strange smell, which she could decipher as neither male nor female. The bones answered in their usual way, with riddles and sideways answers that were more for contemplation that handing over the straightforward explanation. From what Sialuk gathered, Tiuttuk was gifted with a balance that would lead them walking two paths. Unlike many who were given only one, her tiny calico would have one foot in this world and another in the spirit world. They were a blessing.

They nestled themself in the crook of Sialuk's forelegs, and she set to cleaning them both out of love and habit. Not three licks in did Kaujimaq begin to complain, and Sialuk gently nudged her toward the source of food, hoping she might latch and not quarrel too much with her siblings. The sooty boy remained quiet, either sleeping or peaceful in whatever state he was in. Three, Sialuk realized, was many to keep track of.