Moonsong Glacier tuvaurat ⥳

his blood.

his blood.

and her mind strained for his name.

his face was his face.

but the blood was her own.

yes, the taste of salt upon her mouth.

yes, he bent before her.

"i called out to my son with the name of moon-hunter. now i will call him mauruk, He Who Breaks Through."

mauruk, mauruk;

suddenly she was upon the ground beside him, and her tears wet his fur, and she opened to him an embrace that she did not believe would ever happen again.