Moonsong Glacier say don’t go

Her eyes grew wide as she took his words a little too literally. Here?! she gasped in disbelief; it was too good to be true. Is there a reason why they did not stay here? Was there something wrong? She glanced over her shoulder, studying the glacier for a moment, and wondered if the reason lay in the treacherous reaches. That there was something up there they hadn't discovered yet.

She smiled at his question, appreciating his forwardness. There are a pawful—but our base is strong, she said, stepping forward and meeting his lamp-like eyes intently. A stranger may make his bed here—welcome to village Moonsong, Dutch, son of the White Spine. I look forward to getting to know you more.

We bed on the ground for now, but some of my scouts have discovered caves higher up in the glacier, where we will make our home for the winter. We will make that move soon when my leg can make the climb.