Moonsong Glacier erginathus

she emerged into the cavern, casting shadows that matched her pelt. he briefly met her eye and smiled, noting the nervous thud of her tail against the icy stone.

there had been a woman like her, once, at morningside. a few of them, actually—perhaps it was the warmth and steadfastness of grayday's blood that attracted them to these packs. dutch would be a good match for her, adi thought—patient and kind.

then again, perhaps arjun had too many women already.

what's your name, ladki? aditya began. i just realized i've never asked.