Kintla Flatlands sang myself to sleep last night

The nights were getting colder. Valiant circled the encampments on the lookout for Dutch, but it seemed the man had not yet returned. Other familiar scents clogged his nose instead, and, feeling unsettled, the isbjørn wandered further out to spend a few hours in solitude.

The decision to join Moonglow weighed on him, somehow. He'd been traveling all these years in hopes of tracking down his siblings. He knew in his heart that he could not be the last of them left. Finding family in Easy and Dutch had gone a long way toward soothing his loneliness, and the promise of Moonglow felt finally like something solid to anchor himself to —

But his guilt would not ease. How could he possible think of settling down when his siblings were still lost to the wilderness? Even in the best case scenario, where they were living their best lives without him, he never wanted them to think he hadn't looked for them, and that he didn't miss them, and that he didn't still wish with everything he had that they could be back in his life.

The decision weighed on him. He wandered listlessly through the plains, praying to the moonwolves' Sedna for peace and clarity.

@Minnow