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

As the crowd grew steadily larger, Ulloriaq watched contemplatively as a girl cloaked in shadows arrived - Sulukinak - and then a man with a greying muzzle. That must have been Aditya. Her heart twinged uncomfortably as her mind wandered briefly to her own father.

But, her attention was soon stolen again as Dutch began to speak of the task at hand. There would be a gathering once the months grew warmer. It reminded her fondly of the salmon-hunting season, when villages would gather on the banks of rivers to feast and mingle.

Though all relied heavily on the cooperation of other packs, for a village still finding its feet: "I think it is a wonderful opportunity," she piped up once he had finished. "There are villages to the East; Hearthwood and Sapphique - they may be interested." She omitted the Rise, though, perhaps, it was worth a second visit. "Beyond that, there is the Valley." Though she did not know all the villages by name, the girl Esma and her endless curiosity came to mind. The West, she regretfully knew next to nothing about. Still, she hoped the information would prove to be useful and, at the very least, show her enthusiasm.

And then there was the matter of loners, travellers, and those in between. Her gaze flicked between faces to gauge their reactions, pondering how Dutch planned to achieve this.