Moonsong Glacier you've got a church and steeple

The panther visited the deathsite of gray trader, today. He brought a small offering along, placing the glossy mink down and building a small pillar of stones around it. He did not think that a proper altar belonged here, but he still wanted to pay homage to the spirit of the mountain.

"Are you there, grandfather?" he asked, lifting his face skyward. The hounds of the wind nipped at his cheeks, pulling his fur awry. "I feel you with the brother spirit, sometimes. Perhaps you will comfort him."

Or perhaps not. He thought of the sadness that had been in moonwoman's eyes as she stood in this place, and all at once, decided he wanted to be far away from it. Still, he bowed his head for a moment longer in prayer.