Moonsong Glacier then because she goes

It continued to laugh, an ugly croaking cackle that echoed across the ice-river. Tulugak resisted to urge to grab the spirit by its beak and dunk it below. "Then their humour is cruel and ill-timed," she grumbled, collapsing onto her haunches with an audible sigh. 

It was a curious thing: the true nature of those she revered. So often was she used to counting their blessings and curses that she had never given thought to much else. 

"It is said that many gods once walked among the living. Perhaps they are more like us than I thought." The cruelty of her kind was no stranger to her. She thought of the malevolent man and his cold grey eyes and shivered.