Moonspear inca mummy girl

The other Moonspear wolf did not appear slowed down by her wound, but Sialuk refused to believe it was nothing. Some wounds didn't show at all, and some small wounds ignored could grow even if they didn't hurt at first. She was skeptical that everything was okay, although it did appear that Tehama had done a good job cleaning it herself. Sialuk looked close, examining it for any quills, but none seemed stuck to her still, and she was satisfied for now. Anaa—I mean, my mother—she can check it in a few days to make sure it does not rot. My name is Sialuk, and I think I will be a healer one day, too.

Suddenly, the raindrop wondered if Tehama was a healer. If that was the case, had Sialuk just insulted her by trying to tell her how to tend to her wound. That would be a serious faux pax, and she swallowed, hoping that wasn't the case. As she grew older, it was less and less acceptable to make social mistakes like that. She had to be proper and pleasant. She would not be one of those rambunctious children who defied her parents. She loved them too much for any of that nonsense.