Duskfire Glacier Lay your weary head to rest.

she'd been waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever — homecoming.  in the northerners' absence she had made sure to do what she could to make this place feel like home.  she had carved out a good spot for a cache and started a personal herb cabinet, and she'd found a place at the foot of the glacier, not entirely covered up by ice, for the children... if it pleased their mother, anyway.

but back to the children!  she'd prepared a welcome party of sorts, with eggs harvested from her flock of chickens in the forest, bones, antlers, feathers, and other fun trinkets.  she was quick on her feet as the howl rose in the air and with a breathless smile did she greet the incoming herd.  there were many more than she'd expected, and she did not know whether to be delighted or frightened.  welcome home.