Moonsong Glacier Of the pine-trees crusted with snow

She turned, almost startled. 

But in the place of surprise, there was warmth and recognition. 

Fallen Sun. Their sunset man. 

Thank you!

She nudged his shoulder with appreciation, then glanced to the offerings. Both would make for fine pelts, just the same as they would meals. 

Tilting her head, she gave a look over her shoulder, then back to him. A chuff of invitation followed. Stay... and share?