Duskfire Glacier Piusik

"yes." she spoke directly, like the mother she would never know, like the mother who had raised her from infancy. "it calls me here."
caribou. killing blow. almost one year. "i was born the end of spring," she mused aloud, mostly for herself.
heda turned her eyes over the glacier. "it hasn't gone away, wanting to come here." for a while she only paused, and then eventually looked back toward issoratuyok. "i think my sister and mahler and my mom would be sad but i think i'd come anyway." her mouth curled uncertainly. "sometimes rivenwood doesn't feel like home. not the way it did when i was little."