Moonsong Glacier Neighbors you say

The skull of a ram sat between Tulugak's paws, half submerged in a tiny stream as she worked carefully the skin from bone. Later, she would polish the horns - a fine gift for a villager it would make. It was as she contemplated whom should receive her handiwork that a voice rose above the treeline, melodic and cheerful, but not of Moonsong.

Tucking her project under a ledge for safekeeping, she set out to greet the songbird at the borders.

The man was laden with goodies and seemed to be humming to himself; though the snowcloud could not discern any lyrics from this distance, she could not bring herself to interrupt him and waited until he grew quiet before approaching with a jovial greeting. "Hello! This is village Moonsong." A wave of her tail as she eyed the gifts. "What brings you here, songbird?"