Duskfire Glacier punilivik

Bliss.

Mindless, never ending bliss. She wondered if this was what her mother had felt with Mou. It did not matter if the north was cold in ways she had never experienced. For she was warmed by her love for the snowy man — and she wore the blessing of the moon woman in the form of the caribou pelt on her shoulders.

She was eager to meet these wolves he spoke of. Even more eager to see the places he had been. How Moonglow had set up camp for their hunts and where things had happened. Signs of his living in her absence. It did not harm her, not the way it might have once.

It would not be until the sun settled upon the northern reaches that they had finally found their way — through passion and romping and roving — to the village's edge. There was some vague memory of this place that lingered in the back of her mind.

Oh but it hardly mattered much now, did it? She was here to make new memories, fresh memories with the presence of Kigipigak.

So as he called, she still warmly lingered by his shoulder. Trusted that he'd keep her close, still carrying the perfume of herself and him, even if they were visiting friendly faces.