Duskfire Glacier Withering where some snowman was.

The woman would have busied herself before departing, had she not been greeted. The boy looked to be the same age as the anneriwok of her hunting party and was intense when he spoke.

Her tail-tip twitched as she watched him, otherwise unmoved. I seek a man. The pale blue of her gaze lingers on the scar the boy carries, but she does not speak on it, and soon looks to the earth where the trail ended.

This scent, here. It was not abnormal for sivullik to range farther than his companions, though it would have been a surprise to find him holed up in a camp.