Qeya River tukisiviit ⩅

his face was older than he was, this boy.

kukutux drew closer with a soft sound. "who have you lost?" veteran also bore the look of wintersbane, but his mien was nurtured by lane. this young hunter was already touched by ice. 

she was reminded harshly of saviguk.

her breath stuttered and moonwoman pressed closer at last. "if you cannot tell me, then i will only tell you a story." she did not look toward the glacier. his cheeks were stained with saltwater.