Moonspear Bitter

Death had shaken Moonspear and Firefly Glen. The names came in rapid succession, and Sialuk tasted the hurt that came with each death for the first time in her life. Desdemona and Toad Amelia, both wolves that Sialuk knew, were no more. They had gone to the dancing lights, and their names would not be spoken again. Not only that, but they could not even mourn as a pack. Instead, they were forced into the ulaq because of the harsh wind and snow; a cruel fate for those who needed one another to process such an event.

At least Sialuk had her anaa and tataa, but she worried for those who might be alone. She was curled nose to tail in the comfort of the ulaq, resting as well as she could, but the sound of Saviguk digging away at snow eventually roused her from her restless slumber.

Saviguk? What are you doing? she said. She blinked at the white opening that went outside, noting that neither mother or father was here, presumably out to get food or other supplies. They had grown apart as they had grown up, but her brother was still family.