Moonspear as you were

Her recent bout of depression put a damper on this ceremonial day, though Tiuttuk marshaled herself for her mother’s sake. Stifling a sigh at the sound of Sialuk’s howl, she trudged to heed the call. The sight of anaa’s face, as well as the others gathered there to celebrate, perked up her spirits a little. She managed a small smile.

Wordlessly, she padded closer to the High Sage, yellow eyes sweeping over the items at her feet. Treepie drew in a deep breath as she settled onto her haunches, tail wrapping around her hip so that its tip rested primly on her toes. She realized she had settled naturally into a slouch and sat up straighter, stiffening her spine—and her upper lip.