Moonspear I try it to turn it down but I can't quite drown it out

Nausea became a near constant companion as her pregnancy progressed. Meerkat wished she could be more involved with building the village, not that it needed her help! The mountainside teemed with wolves. Despite her queasiness, she felt so happy for Sialuk’s success, which was of course all of Moonspear’s success too.

She felt just as poorly today, though Meerkat couldn’t stand remaining in the ulaq another minute. She strode out into the pale February morning, headed for the sick den. She wanted to see how Quennell was doing, Chakliux too.

When she arrived at the hollowed tree overlooking the glen, Meerkat froze at the sight of a strange woman silhouetted in the den’s mouth. Her whisky eyes were drawn by the stump where there had once been a hind leg. She could hear Sialuk’s voice in the back of her head saying, “a woman named Bridget who walks with three legs and makes me laugh…”

Hello… Bridget? she said quietly.