Duskfire Glacier The Fall of the House of Usher

She couldn’t stop thinking about @Tulukiri and her fellow hunters. It drove her to such distraction that Masquerade decided to seek them out by venturing eastward. @Relic was patrolling as she crossed the borders, so she stopped to inform him of her intentions. Her brother raised an eyebrow at her but said nothing. She could only hope their mother would—if not approve of this foray—admit to its merits, especially if her daughter returned with spoils.

The rugged terrain of the moraine tested her, though she reached the far side by the middle of the afternoon. She moved instinctively toward the stand of pine she could see ahead, their slender trunks casting long shadows as the sun began its descent behind Masque. She smelled water and sought it, pausing beside a placid lake at the foot of the glacier. It was colder than any water she’d ever touched; she drank so deeply, it hurt her stomach.

Refreshed, the young she-wolf raised her head and decided to send up a howl for Tulukuri, to declare her location and seek the other woman’s—and perhaps an invitation to join in her group’s hunt.