Moonspear ignivik ¦

The quiet vibrations did not wake the babe, for she had known them even in the womb. Her mother's voice was something that, although she had not yet heard it, she had already grown attached to its meaning. The skin on her back twitched, and she shifted slightly to become more comfortable, and then she went back to her dreams.

In her dream, she felt the warmth of a large black wolf. His eyes were some shade of green she couldn't quite make out. He said something to her, though she could not comprehend it. She could only grasp the vaguest of emotions behind the images that swam in her mind.