Silver Moraine on track

They appealed to one another.

The wordless greetings between them and the clear surveillance of one another. She knew of only one other she could be completely comfortable in silence with. Would this woman become the second?

She did not speak so neither did Sakhmet. Instead the pale woman motioned in a tracking manner. Something on the breeze had been worthwhile, or she was looking for such. Carefully, on lean limbs, she plucked her way closer towards the other woman.

She gestured up the moraine towards the glacier's claim.

Life was near non-existent here, but a jaunt north would prove bountiful.