Moonsong Glacier The spruces rough in the distant glitter

the woman agreed, and nephele returned her answer with a brisk nod. she thought the woman's trade a useful one, if not valuable.

come spring, she would seek to line her den with only the finest of furs, but she was not ignorant enough to believe she could do this without practice first.

"what do you seek as payment?" she would obtain whatever the woman wanted, so long as it was not a ridiculous request.