Moonsong Glacier folklore

The wounds across her chest from the cougar attack were scabbed over by now. They only bothered her when she traveled too far in one day. That hadn't really made her slow down, though. She wanted to see her family again, not to stay, but to make sure everyone was okay.

As she neared the glacier, the temperature seemed to drop. She might have avoided it but her attention was drawn to a stranger. She was beautiful. Her coat was a mixture of cotton white and light brown. Her form was slender. But Aminthe noted the way she held one of her legs like it was injured. She was curious but cautious as she drew near, stopping a respectful distance away and releasing a soft chuf.