Duskfire Glacier who whispered the beauty of snow and the fear of death

just a little cameo post. <3

in the interest of not crowding the new mother or the father of the cub(s) that imaq gave birth to, wintersbane does not linger. he does, however, drop a gift of downysoft, sundried rabbit pelt at the mouth of imaq's birthing den. it isn't much ...but wintersbane hopes it will bring her and her cubs some measure of joy. the soft fur is good for cuddling and for teething when old enough — though this was from absent observation of his own children and hazy memories that felt like they belonged to someone else of his own past as a cub — so very long ago now.

congrats, imaq. he offers in a soft rumble before he takes his leave, off to tend to his own brood and patrol the borders.