Moonsong Glacier To regard the frost and the boughs

I have been summoned? n. n

The man pelted in summer's sunset was an odd one to moonpack - not only in color but in the fact he held a vocabulary spanning a number countable on a wolf's paws. 

When he wasn't hanging out with Silver Shadow, he was off hunting or patrolling the borders (that he had since learned the location of). This particular day, he was coming back from a hunt, having found a rabbit's warren and wanting to keep the stashes of prey he'd found filled up nicely.

A small wuff through the fur of his quarry, dangling from his jaws. 

She was new, and smelled of winter's snow.