"Moonlooker, do you have another prophecy yet?"

"Perhaps. Perhaps not."

"Come. Let us raise out voices and talons, let them stretch out as far as the moon and back for our beloved Mother Ayla."

"We are yours forever, Mother Ayla. Just as we rise with the moon and set with the sun, we are yours for all eternity." 

"We are your daughters."

"We are the Moon Seekers."