Moonsong Glacier a tear in the membrane

yoink

Eventually, she meandered inland. Maegi had encountered no familiar ghosts upon the island, and the living faces there either were frightened by or shunned her presence.

And that was fine. She was used enough to that in life, anyway.

But, oh! She marveled at her unblemished appearance, gazing into every pool and rill she stumbled upon to see her face as it once was. As beautiful as her mother, she thought—at least on the outside. No scar upon her cheek, no ragged ear from Towhee's rage—

Speak of the devil.

Were it possible for her to be cold, still, she would have shivered. But as she drifted closer to the figure, she realized it wasn't the old she-wolf, after all. No, this was a young man, and the sight of him filled her with an equal measure of joy and trepidation. . .

Peregrine, Maegi called out, voice like distant wind chimes. The son that could have been.