And yet again, Nanuk thought fit to maul Fiona, only this time, as the 
great polar bear charged towards her, white fur melted into a sneering 
selkie face, all too familiar. Makdan?? From long ago, when the girl that 
would become the Man-Hater witnessed terrible wrongs: birds sliced open, 
gold stolen, a girl scarred across the face for life. Fiona attacked the 
boy Makdan in her anger, only to meet the Elder's wise stare. 
 
"No." 
 
"But the crimes he has commited...he is despicable..." 
 
"He is kin." 
 
Yes, that was law. The Holt must support itself, at all costs. What a 
family she had left behind, what safety and strength...she winced as 
something hard tapped against her forehead. Skye's former clan medallion. 
"You're up," Quesx grinned and put the medallion away. "Your blood is 
mighty tasty, you know...sorry, I was sucking it for possibly poison." 
Fiona leapt up in alarm, and a spider tumbled out from her tunic. "very 
funny, Shai." Lilith laughed and flicked the spider onto her dagger tip. 
Her eyes glinted sorrow borne silently, like every eye in the cave. Some 
wrong, sometime, and yet none would have known from a passing glance. Yes, 
that slim shadow had passed over near every face in the clan, secrets. 
 
Quesx, Shai, and once Lilith and Skye. Her evil sisters. Her kin. The clan 
must support itself at all costs.