Moonsong Glacier cirsium occidentale

not shenanigans, but tytonidae. while waxwing didn't say it outright, it was easy enough to read between the lines.

oh, beta, he murmured, as his son pressed into his embrace. i am so sorry. she was an amazing woman. 

it wasn't all too surprising, given her age, but sad still the same. he would mourn the mother of his children alongside waxwing, who now—

he looked down upon the young man with a cocked head once they've pulled away. and now, where will you stay? adi asked. he gave a brief gesture behind him, toward the glacier. my son—your elder half-brother, he amended with a small smile, leads this pack. i am sure you would be welcome.

it would be good for both of them, he thought, to lean on each other now, here.