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

once upon a time, aditya would have leapt for the opportunity to carry the message.

as it was, he was slower to arrive than the others, but still strode gracefully toward his son's summons. he settled a little ways away from the shy girl sulukinak—imagine finding her again, and here!—and gave her a gentle smile.

he wondered who would travel, and what news they would bring to other packs.

villages, he amended. it was interesting how arjun had adopted the jargon and customs of these moonwolves, and it was starting to rub off on him, too.