Duskfire Glacier A place that we both call disaster relief

for ref, I think the Atautsikut wolves have been in the Hinterlands for a while now!

Just like the river, the scents were faint. More of them, but still. . .faint. She walked along the edges of the glacier, cautious of straying onto the slippery ice. There was less of it, now, and the flowers were blooming. Spring was coming.

Blueberry pressed her nose into a clump of the aforementioned snowdrops, breathing deeply.

Spring reminded her of better times. Of her life on the island, playing among her siblings, snuggled up to her parents. Comfort mixed with pain welled up in her chest, and something like a tiny sob escaped her, though she tried to muffle the sound in the bouquet.

She glanced up at Bronco, who stood some paces away. Do you think anyone lives here? she asked, her voice bouncing slightly off the rocks around them. It seems kind of empty.