Duskfire Glacier To the edge of the universe and back.

A touch came from above, similar to the gesture her father had reached to offer on the day of her birth - though Wayfarer could not recall such day. The earthen Duskfire emitted a surprised little squeak in response, and writhed beneath the tundrian's broat snout.

She wriggled forward, blindly navigating along the length of his strong forelimb until her blunt little snout found the longer furs of his shoulder and shoved her face among them. He smelled different to the provider of milk, but familiar enough to associate him with safety. With a content little coo, Wayfarer carried on until she nestled herself comfortably behind Dad's elbow, where she felt happy to doze.