Moonspear The girl who cheated death

Sialuk roamed the base of the spear today, seeking to add a meal or two to the pack's caches. Winter was upon them now, though she knew it would continue to grow colder as the days went on. Night felt endless now, and daylight was a gift. Early light trickled through the trees now, and the sound of an unfamiliar voice pushed Sialuk from her chosen path.

It was a dainty white wolf who came into view betwixt the trees, and Sialuk woofed in the other's direction to announce her presence before coming closer.

This woman greets you, Sialuk said, You are close to village Moonspear. Do you seek someone? Upon closer inspection, the stranger looked thin, perhaps in need of a good meal and rest. The sage could also swear that she looked downright worried, but perhaps she was merely projecting that emotion onto the stranger.