Moonsong Glacier shining twilight

A response beckoned Seal towards Moonsong’s hearth. She quickly trotted, package in tow, towards the howl’s origin until she reached an ulaq.

“Greetings,” she called into the den, a bit apprehensive, in her usual Scottish lilt. Then, she poked her head in to spy a woman who resembled Sialuk’s description. “Ariadne?” she asked. “Ah’m Seal… Ah’ve brought a care package from Sialuk for you.”