Moonsong Glacier my fingers laced to crown,

The she-wolf only had a moment to acknowledge the kin before her was an anxious thing of a gold giant, staggering to his paws and shaking himself out. She didn’t catch his looks of wonder, and despite how assertive of no he might be, she suddenly pivoted towards him, her voice low and breathless, “L-leu, leu!” 

Casting a harried glance behind her, furtive and shaken, she whirled back and took a heft his thick, gilded fur between her jaws and began to tug at him insistently; away from the way she came. Her argent-blue gaze squinted up at him, full of urgency; she only released him to repeat her forgein and undoubtedly frightened words, and then, “W-we need to r—“

And then she heard it. A yawning caterwaul, edged with an intent she did not wish to be around for. Lashes flown wide, she hesitated, as if to actually wait for this sun-bedecked male to follow suit. As she saw a blaze of smoke and copper, her silvery-blue gaze slowly rose to meet the twin suns of the wolf close to her. She still held a great wad of his fur in her jaws, pink nose scrunched as her mind blanked as the feline crested before them—

She remained next to him for a flicker of a heartbeat. But she didn’t give herself time to think; paws skidding on vegetation and frost before she was streaking away again. Arrowed for the slough of a glacier up ahead and hoping that by some whim, some grace, there would be a crevasse to weasel into—or for this hell-thing to end up freezing to death between.