Moonsong Glacier cold-sister

*barges in*

Loneliness was wearing thin on Fjall. He’d made a temporary home for himself in Neverwinter Forest, the place where his mother at one point had seen fit to make their homestead, but as the temperatures continued to drop, he felt his mind open more and more to the thought of company.

His moonpale face turned often towards Moonglow, though now it pointed north, towards the glacier. His curiosity led him up the frozen slopes, finding nothing of particular note other than more cold ground, and as he descended again, he could see figures looming at the base of the ice-mountain. Ariadne? he suddenly called. Her pelt was distinct among the wolves – he was almost positive it was her.

The yearling bounded the rest of the way, overjoyed to find his once-rescuer here. Ariadne! His head bowed submissively to the stranger(s) accompanying her, becoming distracted once he noticed that the moondaughter was injured. Oh- y-your leg! What happened?