Duskfire Glacier To the edge of the universe and back.

Wintersbane arrived at the perfect time; Wayfarer had just finished nursing, which meant that she would be in her contented, sweet little cooing stage before she fell asleep once more, every inch the perfect angel. This stood in sharp contrast to the the Wayfarer that would present herself once she awoke: cold, hungry, indignant, and screaming... 

Who knew a tiny child could make such a big sound? 

Veteran did not seem to be a more contented child, although he was thankfully a quieter one. The majority of his communication was delivered in whimpers, pathetic and tugging ruthlessly at Lane's heartstrings. She often kept the boy swept up in her embrace, where she could place lick after lick across his poor, trembling body. Veteran's sad whimpers were harsher on her ears than even Wayfarer's shrillest scream. 

As Wintersbane spoke, Lane smiled and stirred, indulging in a large yawn and a stretch before making her sleepy reply. "Pi-coy-set," she repeated. "What language is it, and from what land?" Would Wintersbane teach any of the language to his children? Lane would like to know more about his mother, if only to be able to pass her legacy down to her grandchildren. 

Lane removed herself briefly from the children to investigate the rabbits that Wintersbane procured. She was absolutely ravenous since her delivery, eating almost as often as the children nursed. Veteran's difficult birth had left her anemic and shaky, but she was slowly improving. 

When she turned over her shoulder, Wayfarer was already snuggling her father. Veteran simply laid there and whimpered in the cold, but for once, Lane did not rush to placate him. She chomped down on her rabbit, watching the little scene unfold with interest. Would Wintersbane reach out to comfort his son? Would the boy drag himself over to his father, as Wayfarer had done?