Broken Antler Fen she comes to bring your kings to their knees

skipping Majia with permission!

Brother, you're awake. Jerrik pushed his nose into Methuselah's cheek happily, then turned to look out at the snowy wilderness. We should hunt, before Majia wakes. Just you and I, like old times.
The sun-child put his nose close to the ground, then glanced back up at Methuselah. He could smell many things, but it wasn't enough to distract him from the fact that his brother looked so tired. The journey had worn on them all, but Jerrik worried most about Methuselah. Something about the other wolf seemed... almost broken. It hurt to realize that he could do little about it.
Perhaps this new land will be good for us. He sounded more uncertain than he had intended.