Moonsong Glacier tuvaurat ⥳

Come to her he did.

As he said he would, he spent some time away. Close but not too close. He traveled past the mountains and to the distant coastline. And as promised, there he sought the icy waters. The ancestral tides of the ocean. There he bathed in salt and brine. Baptized and born anew in the very grasp of the same waters that had pulled him from this place.

Reborn but forever bearing the scars, gripped by Sedna, wrapped raw and glaring round his hind leg. To anna he came, bearing the scent of salt heavy and woven through his coat. He did not sing. Did not speak. He only stopped a wolfs length away, head bowed reverently.

Waiting for her judgement.