Neverwinter Forest deepest forest, darkest wood

Vairë was quiet, for a time. She watched the winter man with a sage expression, before she looked again to the den. The depths in which her brother had been borne. 

For the first time, it wasn’t haunted in her gaze, deep void with a snarling face hissing abuses. It was just a hole.

It didn’t even smell like her anymore. Nothing of Lótë remained here. In the wilds, only herself and Fjall were the reminders that the woman had ever been within. And, as she closed her eyes, she used the razor edge of her pain to sever through those ties.

The only mother she had was Kukutux.

She opened her eyes and looked to Kilgitsuk, wiping her cheeks with a paw.

I thank you. I..I think I needed that. Vairë offered a shaky smile.