Moonsong Glacier evermore

He was heading towards her when she called out, perhaps sensing his nearness or familiar with the sound of his stride. The thought warmed him, further solidifying his decision to stay.

‘Mm herh, Fjall answered around the freshly-caught rabbit in his jaws, seeking to make good on the promise he’d made many moons ago. I am here, he repeated once he’d dropped the gift at the mouth of her log den. This rabbit is blessed. It is the first one I’ve caught on the glacier. Shall we share it and save its pelt?