Whitebark Stream look, this comes as no surprise.

Sobeille wanted nothing, and Yura respected that greatly. Since her departure from Moonglow, she had become accustomed to giving something back. A hunt in exchange for shelter, a pelt prepped so that she could share a meal with another. Knowledge so often came with a price; to have nothing held over her head was strangely freeing and brough forth a stab of nostalgia that Yura had not felt since she last slept in her mother's ulaq.

It be women dat 'old up de world.

The words resonated with Yuralria more than she realised. Who had it been if not the moonwomen who taught her the art of healing, of speaking with spirits, of peltmaking and soothsaying. Though she had been too caught up in her own misery to take much on board, she missed the wonder of times long passed. She missed the bedtime stories anaa used to tell, she missed it all.

The girl strung Yuralria's heart like a thread on a sharp needle, weaving the thoughts of a naive young girl to believe as she thought now. Valiant, a whisper among the faces of strong women that had blessed the sky watcher's past. She wished to reconnect, and perhaps, this was the way.

"I hear you," her tail waved behind, a motion inviting Sobeille to lead the way. "Those are some really powerful words and stuff." Gods, had she always been this awkward? "It's hard being alone, sometimes I'm not really sure where to start and it's been a while since I've seen my family-"

A brief pause to catch her breath, her next words uncharacteristically bright. "Let's go see Sivaak!"

cringing dialogue is hard