Moonsong Glacier mere man ki ganga

Something in her stirred, and Sialuk strayed from her haunts—the spine and the spear. She spent more and more of her time on the latter, listening closely to the words her ancestors spoke. They drew her path here today, and she spotted the wolf laying eyes upon her birthplace.

You look upon them as father looks upon children, she said, canting her head to see as he peered out at the moonlit landscape. Nostalgia, wishing to remember times passed.