Moonspear smallest wingless

She nodded at Sialuk's request. The Archer did not linger or waste time. Between those who remained, they seemed to have things under control. Backing away, she turned and darted in the direction in which she would find Sialuk's ulaq. 

A soft wrapping of downy rabbit fur was the perfect nest in which to cradle little Narwhal. Kept warm, safe and secure as he was sent of on his journey to the heavens. She selected a pelt that was suited perfectly to his tiny size. Even this item, she carried back to Meerkat's den, delicately.

She woofed gently to announce her return. And wait to pass the rabbit skin to Sialuk, unwilling to taint it's pristine condition by letting it touch the soil.