Moonspear inca mummy girl

Mugwort.  The name was familiar, but Tehama would have been hard-pressed to identify which of the pungent odors permeating her father's cache might have been mugwort, and was quite clueless as to what its medicinal properties might be.  Sialuk clearly took her aspiring trade seriously, and was already knowledgeable enough to impress the older female.  Had she taken her mother's instruction so close to heart at that age?  She supposed she had, but that didn't make it any less admirable in this child.

Te flicked her charcoal ears back and nodded.  "That sounds like a fine suggestion."  The tawny she-wolf nudged her nose in Sialuk's general direction and asked, "What about you?  Did you cross Madame Porcupine yourself?"  The Mu didn't see any outward wound on the youth's front paw to show a source of injury, but it was a casual enough way to ask what had happened.  A friendly smile tugged at the lady's lips.  She had forgotten how pleasant it was to watch a pack's younglings grow up and into personalities of their own, which Sialuk seemed to have in spades.