Moonsong Glacier I sip, I sip, I'm stumbling home

The seals were always of interest to the panther. He laid atop his rock one afternoon, watching them play while he thought about his seal hunter. He'd not had much time to miss him over the past few weeks, but he'd managed it all the same. The visit to Moontide hadn't helped — seeing the lodge so empty and being near to his fading scent had made his heart feel empty.

It was less so at the glacier. He had a family here, too, and one that seemed more or less complete. Even so, he thought often of Chakliux — as often as he'd thought of Tulugak before her return.

As often as he still thought of her, truth be told.

With his head on his paws and his tail whisking in quiet contemplation, Dutch tried to exorcise these thoughts in favor of appreciating his own personal Sea World.