Moonsong Glacier she’s long gone with her red shoes on

Though he tried to stay close to the Golden Glade, Dagfinn's wanderings brought him - often - to the further reaches of the wilds. He knew that his sister was out there, that she was alive and possible in need of some brotherly intervention. It was impossible to still his paws with this knowledge in his heart.

When he caught her scent, it was with a sinking feeling in his gut, and an uncomfortable tug at his loins.

"Lotte!" he called, reluctant to track her down after what'd happened the last time he'd encountered a woman in heat. But this was his sister, and he needed to see her alive after everything that had passed. With a put-upon sigh, Dagfinn tried his best to ignore how enticing she smelled and simply focused on trying to find her. And luckily (or unluckily), she hadn't gone far. Dag soon spotted the silver-pelted dunce rooting around in the snow as though she'd forgotten how to properly use her legs.

"Hey snow-butt!" he called, his heart suddenly light. He set off toward his kaksonen without another thought, imagining a reunion much like their previous ones.