Moonspear Poseidon

It had been a few days since Sialuk had brought him to her village now, and Hakumele had found himself bedridden and in-and-out of consciousness for some time. He supposed that he had been lucky to have been found by the raindrop. Someone looking down on the world must have felt mercy for him.

His legs feeling stronger than most days, the shark pushed himself to his paws and exited the ulaq. He was eager to get a breath of the fresh air despite the snow.

He was beginning to feel better, he knew that for certain, and yet his limp persisted and his weight was returning far too slowly for his taste. Never had he felt so weak; it was demeaning.

They had been looking for her pup for days with no luck and she was beginning to be discouraged. The dark women wanted to venture farther to look for him but her body knew she could not make a journey in these conditions so she was forced to stay put and it drove her crazy.

She allowed Nayati to go a bit further than the territory but still no signs of him anywhere. Today she walked the territory to clear her head when a new scent hit her muzzle. “Hello.” She spoke softly.

An unfamiliar voice cut through his troubles, pulling his attention. He nodded a polite greeting to her.

Are you of Moonspear? He asked, his mind briefly wandering as he found that his warm breath could be seen in the surrounding cold air. I was brought here only recently, I haven't had the chance to leave my resting place until now.

He hoped that his condition would not persist. He would prefer not to trouble these wolves for long, particularly during the winter months.