Moonspear inca mummy girl

Works for me! Also, happy to see you writing again. I played Arkadious, Syntax, and Aventine back at WWS. ^__^

Sialuk's train of thought was derailed when somebody approached her, and she dropped the half-eaten squirrel between her paws, standing up on all fours, but clearly favoring her left front foot. This was not a wolf she knew, which was out of the ordinary, but she the smell of Moonspear was thick upon her coat, so there was no reason for alarm. Sia's tail wagged gently back and forth, but when the smell of blood from the wound hit her nose, it went limp between her hocks.

Are you hurt? she asked, taking a step forward. For now, Revui was forgotten along with the snack she had brought him, which now lay on the ground where he'd once slept for long stretches at a time. The smell was not overwhelming, like it would be with a very fresh wound, but that did not mean there was nothing to be done. Sialuk had watched her mother inspect wounds dozens of times, and she'd learned much from doing so.