Duskfire Glacier In the car outside

mireille had continued to find only things to hate about the valleys and ranges. today she retreated to the glacier for something that might resemble a den. it was only halfway up that the girl remembered that she was a guest of a guest. her mothers had never spoken of this place and so she knew sapphique must be unknown to duskfire as well.
mireille hunched uncomfortably against the cold weather. she kept back from the marked border, but watched as a dark woman paused, then called for the wolves of the glacier.
the sea-girl's red fur burned against the dark greens and shades of ivory.