Moonsong Glacier To regard the frost and the boughs

I think your voice is pretty, too - 

The custom of his old land was to find a woman and bring her back to birthpack for two reasons; one, for peace of mind of the pair that their child still drew breath and found success without them, and to assess the wolf the dispersing one had found. But he didn't remember where that pack lay; so instead, he'd continue as he were. A slender muzzle found its way around her head. Cold? He wondered.

 Sunset wondered if there were more stories of her tribe! That'd be super cool to learn.