Moonsong Glacier the wayward weeping voices that you will hear

It seemed to Yami that Moonspear's shadow had haunted her steps even before she'd ever walked away from its borders. As the days of her life shifted from one chapter to the next, the weight of the mountain's presence had ebbed and flowed like the tide upon the shore. Sometimes it was heavy, other times it was barely a whisper on her back. The times she'd spent wandering with Tru and Ripley had been the furthest her childhood home had ever been from his mind. But it had been growing again, ever since she'd returned to the Wilds. And it seemed no matter how far she tried to run from it, it was always there. Watching her. Judging her.

Waiting for her.

The yearling was determined to ignore it. She remembered vividly that moment on the Ridge where she'd gazed at the mountain and adamantly insisted they go away from it. She didn't want to be found. She didn't want to think about the mountain or her former family at all. So, she'd come North that day to spend some time on her own, exploring the territories nearby the river where she and Firefly had found temporary shelter. When she came across the stranger exploring the glacier just like her, Yami approached thinking she'd found a kindred spirit to chat with for a time. And after the massive disappointment she’s experienced with Firefly, she was so ready to find a real friend.

"Hey!" Yami called as she made her way towards him, her tail wagging innocently at her haunches. He was upwind of her just then. It wouldn't be until she got closer and the wind so conveniently shifted just a bit that she'd catch his scent and she'd know what a terrible error she'd just made.