Moonspear The Wolverine

She wasn’t angry with her father. But she was hurt. She had the presence of mind to retreat from the situation for the moment, lest she lash out and say something she might regret. It meant abandoning Sialuk’s ulaq for the upper reaches of the mountain, though Treepie didn’t think her anaa would mind if she knew why her daughter clung to the peak.

From her high perch, she spotted a figure winding along a footpath further down the slope. Tiuttuk immediately recognized his striking markings, though she couldn’t quite place his name. He was one of those relatives she’d seen at various family gatherings over time—and she remembered playing with him once, as a very young puppy—but they only knew each other in passing.

Treepie exhaled and began to descend toward him, offering a somewhat lackluster, Greetings, as she came closer.