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

she kept her sight cemented to the seals, only tearing away from them at the sound of the chieftain's voice. her attention spun to the relaxed figure of the man, brow raised in mild interest as she chewed through his words.

"is silence not fond company?" she pressed with an air of meddling curiosity.

the playful bark of a seal saw her attention returned to it's initial focus. it appeared all creatures of the glacier were far sunnier than chill of the home they inhabited.