Duskfire Glacier Autumn was soft

The boy said that she could join him on his patrol. Samani thought of this for only a moment before she nodded her head. She did not believe her mother would be displeased. She would say that she was getting to know the wolves of the glacier. Besides, this was the first child she had crossed paths with who was not a member of their village or a resident of their ulaq.

As he talked, she followed and nodded her head. He said that his name was Veteran, which was a name that did not sound like the others she knew. Still, she did not comment on it. She saved the name inside her head with the image of his features – the blue of his eyes and the scar that stretched across his forehead.

When he asked about the spine, Samani smiled and laughed gently. He did not say its name correctly, but she had enjoyed his butchering of it. Moonglow is nice. There are places to see the stars, places to look at water, lots of tall stone to protect us, the moon child answered. Samani thought of her home with fondness in her heart. She missed it, but she was thrilled to be experiencing new things.

How did you get that? the moon girl inquired, pointing with her nose toward the scar on his head.