Falls of the Hinterlands I can't find my way now

His mention of dancing lights called to mind the daybreak when she and Njord had buried their son and sang to the ribbons of color winding in the sky. The memory was beautifully bittersweet. Meerkat couldn’t help but think of what her son would look like now if only he’d lived. Would he be as strong as Arrluk here, while wearing the same pelt as Seal? Would he have come with his parents or stayed with his sisters?

That sounds good to me, she murmured when he opted to follow her home. It’s this way. Meerkat pointed with her nose, then began stepping back toward the copse. Of course I will, she tacked on with a wave of her tail, glancing back at the moonbow one last time before they left.