Moonsong Glacier i’m doing better than i ever was

When Ariadne's call broke the the morning mist, Tulugak could hardly contain her excitement

Feelings of pride swelled in her chest as pale paws drummed on frozen ground, a beeline course set for the temporary village. She wished to run straight for the red woman and sing her praise in person, but as voices rose all around her she found she wished nothing more than to celebrate in quiet while Ariadne remained a red beacon in the centre of all. 

It was as she gathered what little belongings she owned into a neatly sewn sack that the raven realised how empty she felt. Though she had grown to love Moonsong, she couldn't help but feel like something was missing. Companionship, perhaps, connection? A shake of her head as she tipped her muzzle to the sky, her song rising as others did - a hymn to warm the hearts of Moonsong and beyond.