Moonspear In all my years of living

She didn’t recognize the words he spoke. I bet it’s very far away, she mused to herself. Pie sensed there was more to say and remained silent, letting Hakumele continue after another few breaths. Hokulani must be his wayward daughter, she supposed. Her brow knitted when he spoke of giving up on his search.

Hokulani is your daughter? she verified before pausing and inquiring, What happens when she reaches womanhood? I mean… aside from the obvious, Treepie added a little haltingly.

She felt a familiar ache in the pit of her belly, which she did her level best to ignore as she tipped her head and picked up her feet again. Treepie distracted herself further by attuning her senses to their surroundings as well as their course. Idly, she wondered what sort of prey Hakumele might like to pursue, though it all depended on what opportunity presented itself.