Moonspear what will tomorrow bring

Tacoma's whining loudly. Their mother clutches him, her own eyes filled with tears. They're both looking at something. Instead of following their gazes, Scion peers at the other wolves sitting in a ring. Night's falling, so their faces are cast in shadows. But their eyes glow in the gathering gloom, all of them looking down at something in the center of their makeshift circle. Finally, Scion drags his own eyes to the shape lying on the earth.

It's a wolf. There's a puddle forming underneath his body and Scion at first thinks it's a pool of blood. Then he realizes it's just water; the body is soaking wet despite the clinging desert heat. The fur sticks up in spikes. There's something else strange about the still wolf. Scion leans forward to take a closer look, recognition beginning to register—

"MAAA!"

Scion startled awake with a snort, her blue eyes wide as saucers. "Buh?" she blurted nonsensically as she raised her head and peered around the den, gaze eventually clapping upon the fussy Ran. The girl's lip was quivering and there were big, fat tears wobbling in her eyes. Scion felt an errant jolt of déjà vu—Tacoma, why are you crying?—but the last residue of her dream came unstuck and faded into the ether as the pup bumbled onto her feet.

"Nnn," Scion verbalized as she touched noses with the weepy Ran. "N-n... o?" Her pink tongue poked out to comfortingly stroke the darker girl's cheeks. Her eyes shifted sideways, catching a glimpse of a put-out Vela in her peripheral vision, but most of Scion's attention was focused on consoling Ran. Don't cry, it'll be okay, Tac—Ran, she thought, dimly aware of her sister's name even if she had no hope of saying it out loud at this juncture.

After a moment, she took half a step backward and shook her head, as if trying to get rid of her cluttered thoughts. She could still remember her previous life (or was it just a dream life?) perfectly and sometimes things could get mixed up in her head. But as she came more awake, Scion not only parsed out each life and her siblings' names but also reminded herself of her own: It's Galaxy now, remember?

Galaxy—not Scion, not anymore—pushed her face closer to Ran's once again. She still appeared to be upset, so the four-week-old puppy resorted to lifting one wobbly paw and batting at the other pup's snoot with a cry of, "B'p!"