Arrow Lake frère jacques

it was a beautiful morning. normally, she'd be up for a run across the ice, galloping eastward, watching the sun rise and bleed brilliant color over the horizon. as it was. . .she had to be content just to wait for it sitting still, nose on her paws, tail curled around her.

she'd lost more weight since getting here, though it was no fault of Diaspora's. they'd been excellent hosts, but whatever disease riddled her was a rude guest; it responded to the food they'd given her with vomiting and the peace and comfort with near-debilitating pain. quite impudent was this illness. she would have scolded it if she could.

instead, Tahani gave a gentle call for @Sadiq, longing for some company on this fine pre-dawn. she hadn't gotten to know her little brother as well as her littermates or the siblings that came the whelping season after, and it was now or never. she needed to stress the importance of keeping the wisdom of the north, if he were to stay here, and passing it along to Takiyok's children—and any he might have.

they were strangers in a strange, hot land. to let their traditions and language go would be foolish, indeed.