Moonsong Glacier Dreams of what I once claimed to know.

The flowers fell forgotten at her feet, a moment of knowing passing through her, a chill sliding down her spine like ice. What it was, she could not say. A bird flew over head, a gust of wind breathed over the land as if stealing that last breath. Words were of no use, as Keres could never understand the loss of life that happened before her eyes.

Out of respect, the valkyrie hung back, her namesake serving no use now. Were she truly a winged one, she would lift him, guide him to the halls to feast alongside her late husband, but alas, she was not and so kept her paws firmly on the ground. Solemnity held her features, loyalty held her body fast, remaining there if Kukutux should need anything, even if it was just a warm body to lean into.