Moonsong Glacier sif's hair

It was quiet on the glacier. There was an ambiance of tranquility here that most places didn't have; a peace that seemed impenetrable. Under the broken clouds, promising rain for the next few days after this, Fjall made his way along the base of the ice-mountain, idly hunting. But his mind was too preoccupied to do any proper prowling.

Knowing that @Ariadne was here and intended to make these icy slopes her own village caused a bit of anxiety in Fjall. This was just another place, another home absent of the presence of his mother. Could he really stay? Should he? A large part of him knew that  Lótë would not want him to be alone - she probably would have preferred that he return to Moonglow under the watchful eye of moonwoman - but there was still hope in him that they would be reunited and he would follow her.

It was hard to think of himself committing to anything - anyone - else.