Moonsong Glacier be the moth to my flame

sulukinak lurked the icy slopes, finding that the glacial grotto was a comfort so far from the everdark. when she heard a voice calling for her man dutch, she thought it could be the pale woman from before and stalked after the sound, to get a glimpse.

what she saw brought the same prickling rise to the fur between her shoulders, but this smoothed as she moved pantherine and silent, getting closer. it was not the woman from the mountain - it was someone new.

still, something inside of sulukinak was turned sour by the sight of another woman on their doorstep. she perched herself high upon a ledge to look down upon the stranger, the glacier at her back, and watched them with a moodiness she could not contain.