Moonspear I will die your daughter.

Her limbs felt like they were made of jelly as Hakumele urged his stone-faced daughter back onto her feet and began shepherding her toward the borders. Treepie fell into step beside them, eyes fixed warily on Hokulani in case she made any more sudden moves. She didn’t even glance at her pack mate when he spoke, though an ear tilted in his direction.

No, she said simply.

She had nothing further to say at the moment, so Tiuttuk lapsed back into silence as they neared the periphery. Her legs felt solider with every step, though she still marveled at this unexpected turn of events. It would take some time to really process what had happened.