Wading through water carrying a special flower that was not picked from the plant. She carries it like a newborn child. The moon was right for this ritual as Panuku was sanz Her constant companion.

She glides through the waters as she finds the right spot and places it there.

Chanting from her tribe is a distant noise in her mind.

In the background a towering figure watches with a stifled tear, Hanuka upon his shoulder.

Apex predators are asleep at this time and phase of the moon. For now he stares at the once tiny meowoof that he took under his wing.

An hour passes before a few creatures come to the flower, the meowoof stands still before slowly raising it up to them. What creature would it be? A bat, bird of some type? A moth or something else.

The menacing figure watches as if seeing this event time after time before something lands upon the flower? A massive humming bird that drenches it's self with pollon before taking off. She then places it upon a stone and wades back.

Her native language takes her time to translate it's over she is done. Upon coming out of the water covered in in leaches, they are removed, cut open for her blood to be placed in a small bowl. She is nervous as the bowl is heated and offered to her to drink. The large figure nods and she drinks her own blood before more cheering. She then hugs her adopted father as he smiles and wipes away her tears with fingers that just took care of his.

He is proud.

She is a warrior, she is strong. Now they will feast.

Art by  Yoyi_Kori

Panuku is to me