Snowforest Taiga aggun ≓

moonglow's official leaving thread! dated for dec 30th. prob just one post apiece (optional!) <3 no posting order @Lane @Issorartuyok @Aiolos @Shikoba @Sialuk @Kigipigak @Inutsuk @Foxfur @Nyra @Towhee @Samani @Sabah @Kausiut @Zephyr @Muttn (@Wilwarin for visibility)

moonglow gathered on the taiga.

she had directed that stacks of hides be carried closer to the glacier, cured and ready to be used for anything duskfire devised. her village stood near the northern lands as she called for their leadership.

the wasting sickness had taken much from these territories. it was why she had left three altars tucked into the rolling waves of the taiga-land: one for cleansing. one for strength. and the third for protection. bits of caribou bone, feathers, and smooth white stones lay upon bare rock. they would be covered with snow when the wind rose again, but when spring arrived, water would flow around the altars into the earth.

kukutux did not wish to leave lane in such a place. but she knew that the woman was strong. she had the power of the icewolf here.

the duck still did not know what kigipigak had chosen.

her own wolves would carry skins and meat of their own back to the spine.

moonglow stood prepared to leave. the duck stood at the side of her mate. there were three stacks of hides several deep, and between their layers she had tucked dried caribou meat. gifts for duskfire, ones she hoped would last. the snow fell softly as the assemblage waited. they would not depart without first sharing words.

in her heart she was pleased to return home. but there was a heaviness here also, for she had come to love the wolves of the glacier.

when they arrived, moonwoman smiled. "these things are for village duskfire. we have left a cache of meat at each camp. this land will be whole once more," she said softly, looking to lane most of all. "i hope that we are able to have another winter hunting when the snow comes again."

moonglow and duskfire might mingle for a short hand of minutes, exchanging a murmur. a word.

but at last kukutux and aiolos would turn their village northwest, intending to follow the coastline back to the spine.