Moonsong Glacier Fending for His Life and Fleeing From His Past

the night was when she felt most comfortable. there was the budding sensation of a stronger connection with dutch too, with how often the pair bundled together in the hollows of the glacier; but this was the time when sulukinak could move freely, to stalk, to hunt, to learn to be self-sufficient while the world slept.

she had found a foreign scent upon their soil and the xenophobia which her mother had forced in to her, a subtle corruption, manifested as she tracked them. it felt good to move without being seen. to test herself against the paths of moonsong in the dark.

the woman was so focused, and so accustomed to being silent as she lurked, the crack of a twig resounded in her ears and broke her concentration in such a volatile way that she puffed, cat-like and with tail up, before she realized she had done it herself.

the stranger called. sulukinak would take her time deciding her next move, but like most of her behaviors, this would be silent; only those bright eyes were visible against the haze of starlight, while the rest of her was void.