Moonspear older and far away

Pie did not endeavor to follow in her mother’s footsteps as a healer, though she wouldn’t want to miss out on an opportunity to learn from Sialuk. A few minutes after the High Sage arrived at the healing ulaq, Tiuttuk materialized with an offering of her own: the pelt of a skunk, made soft and supple by a meticulous wash and many days set out on a frigid mountaintop to air out the trademark musk.

Pie set the skin at her feet and nuzzled Sialuk’s chin, purring out a, Hello, mother. How are your patients? in lilting Atkan Aleut.

She peeked into the moldering log and caught a glimpse of a pale she-wolf with ethereal features. The woman greeted Sialuk, prompting Treepie to push into the shelter to make her presence known. Her face contorted when she realized she’d forgotten the skunk pelt. Quickly, she fetched it and brought it inside.

Hello! I’m Treepie, she said after placing it at her paws again. You can call me Pie.