Moonsong Glacier annun ⤟

Fjall’s heart fluttered in the same way it had with Shikoba, the star hunter. Gravity felt finite in this moment, falling, petering, trickling away until he thought his toes might leave the very ground. The lightness he felt drew him in to Kukutux’s bosom as she welcomed him; he used her embrace as a delicate tether.

Fjall whimpered softly as she held him with the same tenderness as Lótë.

I am sorry, he grieved. I’m sorry I did not join you in Moonglow. I just- I wanted to find her, and then it, it felt like too much- too much to be around the wolves who knew her, who loved her, and have her not be there, too. He hoped she did not take his misgivings personally, but he (admittedly) did not know Kukutux very well since he thought that she could.