Duskfire Glacier Sometimes a flower is just a flower.

"Hey Wayf," Veteran spoke even before he turned around and saw her. He knew they way his sister's steps crunched in the snow. He knew the way her breath hissed from her nasal passages. And he knew the way her stomach grumbled when she returned home from a trip. 

He drifted over to her and headbutted her shoulder. "Food?" he asked with a smile, already knowing her answer. Even though he smiled, his expression was still a bit wan, as it had been since Dad died.

"C'mon! Lemme show you what I hunted the other day." He perked up as soon as he realized he would have a chance to show off the kill. 

"So where'dya go this time?" he asked as they walked.