Moonsong Glacier rises the moon

She laughed to the question, lowering her face briefly to catch herself, before she looked back to the ice man.

Old enough to give me greys! Then, her smile softened.

Four moons, this moon. Salaksartok, Ipiktok, Nasamiituuq, they all live upon the Spine with me. And have never known a father, only a mother that loved them more than she loved herself.

They grow bigger every day. I see the wolves they will become when I look at them. It would hurt the most when they moved on, but it was how it must be.

I am very thankful to my anaa. She is my true mother. The woman who birthed her was no longer hers, and those cut strings dangled above her healing heart.