Moonsong Glacier And we won't let it in

The influx of newcomers and visitors was almost more stressful than the sudden upheaval that'd elevated him to this position. The borders seemed constantly to carry the scents of wolves that did not belong to him. Without a lieutenant, he was left feeling achingly alone.

For this reason, he hunted with great fervor. Tulugak was coming home, and he wanted to greet her with fresh meat before pleading for her support. The morning star's strength had grown in Dutch's memories like the hero of a bedtime story — and he had a fanciful idea that her presence might just save them.

And then! Another voice sang, and the panther felt as though a bucket of ice water had been upended over him. He'd forgotten, he realized, to spread Simbelmyne's name in his travels. This failure crushed him as he remembered the sweet dreams she'd shared with him. Weary and downtrodden, he felt he was a poor consolation prize for the masses he'd wanted for her.

He sang — Welcome back! — and put as much heart into it as he could manage. But it was not the same confident stride that carried him to her, even if his smile was still warm and bright.

"It is good to see your face," he said, his nose twitching as he took in the scents she carried with her.