Moonspear halloween

Her father did not have an answer for her, at least not any more than the bones had given her. Anaa had not come home. Because her father did not worry, neither did Sialuk, even though she did wonder where Kukutux had gone. Thankfully, taataa was quick to change the subject, asking about her qanglaagix bones. This was an easy thing to talk about, even if Sialuk still did not quite understand what she was looking at most of the time.

They are the bones that the qanglaagix brought me. I think... I think I can use them to answer questions. She felt her cheeks warm at this explanation, even though she knew it to be true. She was not even sure anybody was going to take her seriously. Looking back at the pelt, which was now folded over the bones to hide them, Sialuk gently tugged the pelt back with her teeth until they were exposed again. They were a variety of shapes and sizes, from all different sorts of small animals. Each one was dry and bright white, picked clean by the crow that had delivered them to her.