Duskfire Glacier colors and shapes, the imaginary

For anyone but @Meerkat first :D

Sapphique had entertained Teya, Reyes, and Caracal for a short while… and the seafarer kept to the fringes to give Rosalyn and Erzulie time with their son and grandchild. The sting of rejection still poisoned Njord, feeling less like a father and more like a sperm donor, and he wondered how he had let himself slip so deeply into this fictitious relationship. His bonds with Sobo, Coraline, Loko, and Mireille felt genuine… but if Rosalyn and Erzulie wanted him out of their lives tomorrow, there was nothing he could do to stop them.

He crossed the Tangle to dutifully track the broken antler herd, as Haunt had once done, and then he continued on towards Redtail Rise. Njord passed the deer carcass he had helped Angler bring down just a few days prior. It was mostly bones, now – picked clean by scavengers. But there was enough sinew and grizzly bits left for breakfast.

In his peripheral, the sun hit the glacier to the East just right. It shone like a diamond in the distance. Duskfire. The land of his ancestors. His original destination a year ago.

Njord descended the Rise and crossed Dawnlark Plains, and then the Moraine. The trees began to crowd open fields until the scrim became a dense forest. To his surprise, there was a border marker. A pack lived here? He felt his heart skip a beat and wondered if he had roots in this place. Njord tipped his head back and called to them – half expecting a red wolf, like Tuwawi, to greet him at their doorstep.