Moonspear tatigaa ⚊

"i make medicine for you, but you do not need it, sialuk, sia, sia," kukutux hummed in a low singsong. the bolus well-chewed by now, the healer spat some of it onto the earth near her daughter's paw, shifting the remainder to her inner cheek. "look well, sia, sia, medicine grows in the dirt and becomes magick in our hands."