Moonspear it's real quiet here

She listened raptly as Katmai spoke, paying little attention to the growing headache—business as usual these days, really—and the queer sense of dread that momentarily filled her at the menton of seafarers. Although Tiuttuk had come from a line of devout wolves, she had grown to become quite secular in practice. She thought it was probably due to Sialuk’s departure, for better or for worse.

Nothing lives here, she pointed out quietly, amending, I mean, Alaric, Tiki and I sort of haunt the place. But there’s no village anymore. Pie paused, once again thinking carefully about her words. Moonspear fell, in part because everyone left. We can pay homage to that legacy, of course, but at the same time, it sort of ran its course. I wouldn’t mind something fresh, at this point.

She felt a little guilty as she articulated that. But her anaa had left long ago. So had many others. Tiuttuk had tried desperately to keep Sialuk’s legacy alive only for it to slip away in the end despite all her efforts. She had done all she could and come up short. It was perhaps why she had no stake in leadership, should a new village bloom where Moonspear had faded.

I can only speak for myself, of course. Alaric and Tiki may feel differently and I encourage you to seek them out and speak to them. But if you and Kinusi want to put new roots here, I wholeheartedly welcome that, Katmai.