Moonspear inca mummy girl

Sialuk did not really understand how lucky she was to have such a skilled wolf as a mother. Kukutux was wise beyond her years, and Sialuk had always just been there, watching and occasionally helping when her mother requested. Sometimes when she did not. As she got older, it was easier for her to forget how she came to know things about plants. It seemed to come from within her some days, even though she knew it was anaa who had taught her so much.

Tehama was an excellent patient, and the first "real" patient Sialuk had. She had, of course, practiced on her brother a multitude of times, chewing up useless plants and sticking them on his fur. And there were times she would point out various plants on walks with her mother and father, always seeking their approval for her memory of them. But it was something else entirely to put all that knowledge to use. She could only hope that she had not gotten anything mixed up.

The raindrop flattened her ears humbly at the praise, her tail swaying gently between her hocks. Tehama's next question momentarily threw her for a loop, but she recovered quickly enough to answer without too much pause. They are my aunt and uncle, she replied. Hydra is sister to my taataa—my father—Jarilo. Kukutux is my anaa—my mother.