Moonspear life serial

the little ones intrigued maggak. she spent most of her time simply observing, watching them and learning which one was which. in some way, she already felt as if they were hers. hers to fuss over and protect, hers to nurture and guide — though, at the present, they were more like pet rocks than little people.
today she caught her anaa seeking a moment of respite. they hadn't had the chance to truly connect in a while, the mother and daughter; and soon, maggak and acrux would be leaving. and so she took joy in the fleeting little moments; sliding through the snowdrifts to meet her side.
hi, anaa, she was in a rather peculiar position. maggak quirks a brow. what'cha doin'?