Moonsong Glacier mere man ki ganga

two women, both in heat.

he ought to hole himself away in some distant cave for the remainder of mating season.

aditya sighed, his breath fogging only slightly. spring was well on its way, and he'd managed to pick his way up to a less-slick part of this place—which must, he thought, be beautiful in the depth of winter, at full ice. even now, the moonlight bounced and shimmered off the pale plain.

he could see at this height the places where he'd traveled thus far, and other sights that looked somewhat familiar.

the moonspear—though it had changed. something had happened. and its wolves were gone.

he vowed not to climb to such a great altitude that he could see, perhaps, the maplewood, or the island. he should never return to such territories.

better to reflect upon untouched ice, and dream of places yet unseen.