Moonspear kunikruk ⥅

a howl rang out, one relieved to see the slopes of the place which had once been her home.

come! i have brought things, she called to her family and to those other villagers close, part of the moonwolves.

upon her foxpelt wrap she laid out fresh deer liver, clusters of blackberries, dried fish rolled into delicate spirals, hummingbird eggs.