Moonsong Glacier i'll just cut my losses

the redhawk found himself amused by her naïveté. i'm sure there'll be even more of us in the spring. hopefully not sown from his seed, so long as he could keep himself out of trouble.
most of my family have... bird names, he drawls, dragging his nails in a soft motion. the snow came away in divots. for some reason. i don't know who came up with that.
so, he did not want to think of his family anymore. what he wanted was to hear the lilted voice, to know more of this place — to pretend, for a moment, that he could belong somewhere. what's, um, moonsong all about? like, what do you do all day? a pause, followed by the curl of his lip in the form of a smirk. and why live on a glacier?