Duskfire Glacier you ever go hungry 'til you keeled over?

The shrieking wail of the distant wolf was harsh in her ears, like glass breaking, or wind howling. The girl breathed out a sharp breath, casting cold steam into the air. Were she anything softer, anything less that the hard edges she was, she would have felt the noises heartbreaking.

She raised her voice again, the song speaking of shared pain. She did not draw closer, just remaining a vision of white.