Moonsong Glacier you've got a church and steeple

It had taken a few days to get settled, during which the ice woman had not often left the caves. Their echoic chambers brought a melancholic homesickness to them which she had tried tremendously to shake, but to no avail. Finally, needing a break, she set about finding a new pelt to replace her old shawl.

The wind grew more merciless she higher up the mountain she climbed, dispersing the scent of prey to her disappointment. Though, upon rounding a corner, a different figure came into view. 

Besides a small totem of stones, Dutch stood. Fur tousled in the wind, he appeared rugged and deep in thought. Ulloriaq did not disturb him until his gaze fell from the sky and landed on the ground. A grave, perhaps? Suddenly, the overwhelming feeling of intruding on something personal almost made her turn away. Chest tight, she allowed him however long he needed before she moved to gently touch his hip and wordlessly announce her presence.