Moonsong Glacier crush

Am sneak. Cameo.

a stranger called for her man, dutch.

she lurked, following him silently; weaving along the now familiar paths, and finding her way, leaving distance so that dutch and the woman would believe they were alone together.

the scent that the wind carried was like the red woman when they were upon the plains. it was not their missing leader - a woman, though.

sulukinak was wary. she felt her fur pricking and an edge of possessiveness creep along her spine as she spied.