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

The boy reached for her. And she ached for him in that moment, like knowing like, the grief that wrapped her shoulders in grey like a funeral veil. 

It wasn’t hard to arrange her body against the wind, to lay her head atop his neck, to huff out warm clouds of breath against his neck fur. There was nothing to say to make this any easier for either of them.

So she said nothing, and waited for sunrise.