Moonsong Glacier you've got me singing, singing your choir

Dutch's song drew the raven woman to him in steady, bounding lopes. Already having rested well from the journey home, her paws itched to explore once again.

When she arrived, she was relieved to see sunset man among the crowd, though the feather white woman besides him was a new face. As was the stormcloud woman nearby.

She sat stiffly a little way from Dutch, unsure of how to approach their closeness in such a public setting. But, her smile was bright and encouraging, head tilting in a wordless promise. You can count on me!