Moonsong Glacier the wayward weeping voices that you will hear

EDITED hi sis

Once driven off from Speedy's side, the boy had not returned to the mountain. He'd only stopped to rest when he was striding along the undulating hills of the Spine; yet even then he could not stop, driven further north by the itch in his skin and the scene of his father commanding that they disperse. He had dropped the ball — saying he would protect Speedy only to leave her with Charon — but what could he do? She had refused him; she had fled from him in to the waiting graces of his father, and there was nothing Revui could do about it.

So, he sulked. He roamed with thoughts of Speedy and her intoxicating scent on his mind. Even though the boy's distance from home grew by the hour, he couldn't stop himself from mentally drifting back to Speedy. To the gathering, and to moments before that - gathering bark, defending her from danger, being the danger. Maybe his father was right to take her away, but it didn't sit well with him. The petulance of puberty won out. That, and the incessant desire within Revui to find himself a Speedy-shaped log or something to take the edge off.

He wasn't so lucky; the trees thinned the further north he traveled, and the air became bitterly cold, as if winter had sprung up to surprise him. Revui found this intriguing even though it did not prevent his simmering horomones from bothering him. He roamed until his steps crunched through thin snow and the mountainside became slick with familiar - but oddly timed - ice. He slowed and then stopped abruptly when a figure materialized further up the glacial path and the boy bristled for a few seconds, only to recognize the burnished wolf as Dirge. But he was silent, prowling on as if he was oblivious.

A few moments later, he heard a voice — shockingly familiar, light-hearted, coming from somewhere to his right. He snapped his attention towards the sound with a sneer only to have the expression melt from his otherwise surly face, because he saw Yama there — — wait no, they were similiar to Yama, but thinner and more defined, as if they hadn't eaten a proper amount of red meat in months. It struck him how very different this wolf looked to the sister that was still on the mountain, and suddenly Revui was deviating his path away from Dirge, heading for the ridge where his sister — his missing sister — was standing.