Sunset Valley swison

whatever words had been shared upon the coast, mireille knew she would not allow this opportunity to pass her. 
as soon as she was able, she had left sapphique.
their journey had been marked by a curve inland. little by little the sea was left behind. nova peak soon reared between the coastline and the trio. she had not allowed herself to stop.
but here the air was filled with the trilling of unfamiliar birds. she could not hear the ocean. and though she had been built for the strong coastal winters, by contrast this atmosphere seemed quite dry.
her coat was frosted each morning they woke.
in misery and unsureness, she pressed close to druid. but heda's voice was filled with such excitement that mireille heartened, and after a shiver, stepped forward. her own intake of breath was hushed. 
it was a scene she did not think she could have imagined. she stared at the caribou, at the wolves, at the tall and mysterious woodlands. at the glacier rising not far off, at the mountains beyond them.
mireille did not speak. she looked further, at the curious and unnatural mounds of snow that seemed to have activity around them.