Moonspear some assembly required

So similar to the color he had been, but now with white. Sialuk had not yet seen snow, but she had heard of it plenty. When anaa pointed to the small imprint in the mud in the stream's bank, Sialuk lowered her head to breathe in the scent. The smell flipped something on deep between her ears, and her heart began to beat faster as she trailed along just behind her mother. Across the water they went, Sialuk stopping to shake only briefly before she continued forward.

As this was her first hunting lesson, she wished so very hard that she would be able to make her mother proud. Unlikely as it was, she wanted to catch the weasel herself, snapping it up in her jaws and showing it proudly to her father when they got home. She tried to visualize that in her head, and the feeling that would come with it as her nose stayed magnetized to the ground just behind her mother's tail.