Moonspear [m] tabula rasa

She had not expected their conversation to go this way, and yet she did not halt it. Instead, she wordlessly beckoned him into the ulaq to warm her bed. The others were away for now, and she felt her heart quicken. Sialuk knew this moment would not erase the grief of losing so many to the wind, but perhaps the distraction would be good for her spirit.

Around them lay her many treasures. Her sacred bones from Sixsix, a doe pelt she had made upon claiming the spear as her own, the shell that Sobeille had gifted her. And there were the painful reminders of Argent: a goat skull, a red fox pelt, a large elk hide, and three skins from otters. His gifts had been moved out of the way ever since he had left the spear for the final time. Sialuk could barely stand to look at them these days.

Right now, she had eyes only for Killdeer as she drank him in the dim light of the cave.