Moonsong Glacier Of any misery in the sound of the wind

he shook his head hastily, assuring her he did not, then nodded to confirm his identity. and then, upon hearing the offer, a wide smile broke out upon his muzzle.

how very kind of you, aditya replied. thank you for thinking of me—i am from the lands south of here, originally, and my fur has never been quite thick enough for these winters. and on a glacier. . .

he chuckled, shrugging. well, anything for your kids, right? he said, a sardonic note to his voice.

adi gestured to the furs, raising his brows. tell me about each of them, he prompted. how did you come upon these?