Ouroboros Spine arrii ⥈

In grief a blow was given to the delicate heart of Ajei Shikobasdaughter. Given to her by one she held dearer than all others. But she didn't turn the sword upon him, no rather she pulled it tighter into the aching. She forced the hole to gaping and let the blood run. She suffered in silence.

Moonglow was losing too many. And so young. Ajei didn't immediately follow. She was not family as that was made clear. And she could not blame them, would not.

Instead she cleaned her own home, and then Arrluks small den. Cleaning and dusting so that he had a small clean space to return. If he returned. A small cache was dug and put to the den, so he need not travel far if he would grow hungry. Then she returned home to Moonglow informing Alaric of their departure.

She didn't make herself known to the wolves of moonglow immediately. Instead she worked. Herding children, digging caches, hunting. Whatever the moonglow family found to difficult to do in their grief she did it for them if she could. Diligent, hardworking, sad. She did her best. Joining into the songs when they ran out clearly.

And at night she would settle beside her mother's death Ulaq and tell her of the day and weep.