Moonspear I'm gettin' tired and I need somewhere to begin

She had seen him look often to the mountains beyond. Sialuk had seen the way his gaze drifted away from the present even when they shared a night together. He came now to her ulaq, a gift of bright fur laid out before her. It would make a fine addition to her sleeping place. Perhaps a first bed for one of her children.

You are here, she said, but you are elsewhere, too. Does somewhere call to your spirit? She had known that pull for herself. It was why she stood here on the mountain which she would always return to. Even in village Moonglow, she had felt that pull. It ebbed and flowed, but always more the latter than the former.