Moonspear the rider (not the horse)

their going was not so swift.
heda found she was forced to rest twice as often as she might have, which hindered she and her husband. but she chose the moments only as ones in which to give thanks, for the beauty of the mainland and how nothing had befallen it.
the first pack they visited was one which carried a familiar scent. "that's kukutux," she murmured to caracal, gesturing to the matriarch's mark. "she held a caribou hunt in the taiga one year with duskfire glacier. that's when i met mireille. there were four packs hunting together that month!"
happily, she leaned on him a little, waiting.