Moonsong Glacier through the fog of an early morn

someone to bring in new life to the glacier? sulukinak listened. she wondered.

i could be mother? her words were soft, breathy. even if she had little to teach, there were others here. dutch could teach what he knew, and the hunters could teach their skills, and she could be mother and reclaim something that had been taken from her.

sulukinak put aside the deeper, darker thought of what else she would be required to do; she tasted salt water on her tongue then, hears the sussuration of the sea beneath ice.

but she holds on to the sound of dutch in her ears. the warmth of him. his smell. she remains present.

if my fire-time comes, as that was how the moon people had referred to it at the circle, and I am mother, that is... good? for the village. you would want this?

she knew she wanted this, one day.