Duskfire Glacier colors and shapes, the imaginary

Her soft brown eyes watched the series of expressions drift across his face, from astonishment to joy to perturbation. Meerkat's tail slowed, then stilled, her own face pulling into lines of uncertainty. He explained a connection with the glacier via his ancestors, though that didn't explain the suddenly glum look in his eye. But the next few words out of his mouth certainly did.

Meerkat felt a pang at the news, though she had hardly known her half-sister. He would've known her better. She swallowed and looked at him now with sympathy on her face. She could tell that, by "gone," he meant dead. What had happened to Haunt?

"I'm so sorry to hear that," the yearling said softly. She studied his face, or what she could see of it now that Njord's gaze had dropped. Meerkat inched closer to him, reaching out to offer a nudge if he accepted it. After a moment's consideration, she said, "Tell me what happened?"