Moonspear when the sun rises in the west

Sea glass eyes fixed on Hydra, their Aunt, the ice crystal was left with many things to consider. First, of how the dark Matriarch was unable to understand the terminology they so often used, passed down from anaa. It is not her first language. He realized this, but not as with as much depth and clarity as an adult would. Next, was all the talk his sister stirred up about an ugi, or husband. Shooting the pale raindrop a glance, his brows pinched together contemplatively. What...was that exactly? Did he have to have one? Well, in any case he would have to take Sialuk aside and pry later.

Directing their attention back to the deceased coyote under her paw, the tidbits of information she conjured earned a distasteful, bitter frown from the boy. "What'd it do to end up like this?" His tone implied he wanted details. He added, his eyes cold and judging on its unmoving form. The concept of thieving was beyond his reach. He had never witnessed a cache being raided, innocent. He sat down, ears flattening. He already didn't like the smell of the darn thing.