Moonsong Glacier Dreams of what I once claimed to know.

Nine days. Of this, she did not know the significance. That did not stop her from being respectful of the ritual performed, observing in her silence as Kukutux stood before her with the blood of the dead man staining once-pristine fur. A single, resolute nod was given in response, as if using her voice now would break whatever peace the spiritual woman was trying to secure for him in the afterlife he was surely headed towards.

As Kukutux remained, so did Keres. Each night and day, she would stand silent, a protective sentinel upon the ice of the glacier. Sleep fell to the wayside, her priority the security of her packmate, and it was not until the two returned home, together, that Keres would fall into a slumber that not even the morning crow of little Sialuky could break her from.