Blacktail Deer Plateau where was I when the rockets came to life

she missed the thrum of the shore, alive with more lives than the billion grains of sand; she missed the calls of gulls, the grind of rocks underwater, the slow aching groans of the earth. all of this absent in this alien world of tiagas and tundras; even the birdsong carried tunes sobeille did not know of.

relieved to make camp, sobeille settled under the rocky outcrop yura had chosen, and licked an aching paw. somewhere between the moraine and here she'd twisted it, and it ached in that dull way that pain often does.

yura's question prompted her to sit up and think for a while. she cast her gaze out into the hazy snowstorm, trying to recall who it was she had met first -- sialuk or kukutux.

one of de moonwolves, sialuk, came to sapphique. she taught me de first of bone readin', and den, i went to moonspear for a moon's full cycle. she taught me of de stars, too. during dis time, i met kukutux - an' she told me much of de moonpacks, an' de stories dey sing.