Duskfire Glacier gonakru

Taktuq received the bone with a gentle clasp of her jaws and considered Heda's question. What was Easthollow like? A mosaic of feelings and half-faded memories all stacked upon each other, some strong as the North, some hardly more than a scent. "My mother died there," she finally said, and ran her gaze along the bone, "but I was loved." She realized only then that perhaps that was not what Heda was asking, and she added with a flush, "the land was pretty. Perhaps you might come with me when I go to see it again."

At Heda's next question, she shook her head, "no, my father was a northerner, but my mother was born to these Wilds. In some ways, I am like the others, but in many ways, I am not." She accompanied this with a shrug. Being of the South had never hindered her before. She felt as though a woman of the north, through and through. "Tell me more of Moonglow, and of Kukutox. I have never heard of them, only in what you speak." And as Heda spoke, she would begin to chew their bone.