The Change of Seasons

A small child, no older than four, shifted in her mother's arms, struggling to sleep. Tightly held against her mother's chest as she was lovingly pet, she began to whimper afraid of the rumors flying through the clan. "Is it true they're going to fight us mama?" "Indeed they are. So, listen close and listen well, dear pup. The moon guides and strengthens us. The goddess bestows us with great gifts, physical, and otherwise. I tell you this because this may be the last night I hold you close. So i will leave this last warning with you before your father steps in." The mother hummed thoughtfully stroking her daughters head as the child lulled in and out of sleep. "Beware of the clan whose teeth are bared and fur matted with crimson. Beware of the older brothers and sisters you share and their willing sins. Beware of those who would do you wrong. Beware of those who would sing the lark's song. For if you follow their sweet tune, destruction and pain will follow. Follow the ones with moons in their ears and you'll have nothing to fear." She gently kissed her babe on the head and laid her down to sleep. With a goodbye and a wish of sweet dreams, she knew saving her child from what was to come was impossible.