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

But she did not.

The sobbing was a distant noise, barely caught by the hairs of her ears. The animal that longed for companionship that had long burrowed into her chest when her brain silenced it begged and howled for her to go closer, to comfort where she could.

So closer did she go, just a few steps, gliding across the snow. In this moment, she was graceful, quiet, her features blanked out by the white snow.

Metis released a low noise, a crooning thing, gentle. A question, and a request for an answer.