Whitebark Stream look, this comes as no surprise.

learning this girl might someday become moonwoman pivoted sobeille’s interest. she drew on all she knew of the moon cult, and wondered what rituals one endured to become cloaked in such esteem.

silent for several beats, sobeille looked to the ground where powders of glittering snow swirled around her feet.

an image then, of a very far future — pawprints silhouetted in the angry smear of blood; leading down to a grey and snow laden shore.

i be sobeille — of sapphique, she almost said. but that wasn’t true anymore, was it? in becoming part of sivaak’s journey she had shed some of her own. now, she was sobeille of many faces and many tribes.

solique whispered a yellow-eyed presence; sobeille’s attention turned back to yuralia with renewed purpose rippling across her skin i be t’inking you should meet sivaak. to be moonwoman, you need to learn strengt’. of mind and body. now she placed her forepaws firm in the snow and urged: come wit’ me.