Ouroboros Spine bewitched, bothered and bewildered

Today was the seventh day.

Sialuk stared at the spear, broken. Taataa nor brataa had been found. If they did not come by dusk, they would begin to sing the death songs. The songs she did not wish to learn so soon. Today, she sought a meal for @Adrastus, hoping he might come with news of her kin. She wove through the trees, eventually tracking down and taking the life of a muskrat. It was thin and old, but it was what she could offer for his kindness.

She carried it to the base of the small mountain closest to Moonspear, and it was here that she waited with it, dusky yellow eyes keeping watch for the wolf who would return today. If he did not, she would take the meal for herself.