Moonsong Glacier Of any misery in the sound of the wind

it was a slower morning than usual for aditya. he went to rise, found it a bit beyond his capacity, and then laid back down, tucking his nose into the fur of his tail.

no less than five minutes passed before a vision in white approached, wearing the furs of many creatures along her shoulders and back. again, he moved to stand and greet her, but his bones and muscles cried out, and he could only manage to pull himself into a sitting position, forepaws placed before him, sphinx-like.

hello, he said, trying not to let the embarrassment color his words as it likely did his face. haye bhagwaan, what use was a decrepit old man to this pack? i'm sorry—i don't believe i know your name.

what've you got there? adi added, lifting his chin toward her collection of pelts.