Moonspear nimgiak ⤟

Not a how, but a fact. Sialuk had known in some way, but it was easier to hear it come from the mouth of her own mother. Then I will walk, too, she said with a clench of her jaw. She would not let the world drag her down as it had for months now. It was not fair to the children who were still here, still thriving as much as they could under her care. It was not fair to Elentari—or even Killdeer—to dwell on what was not there.

She thought of the Redhawk and their recent time together. Sialuk had always found it easy to love and be loved, but Argent's departure had built walls in her heart. When father died, how did you know your heart could move on? she asked. His death had been different—not of his own choice—but Sialuk knew there were similarities.