Moonsong Glacier monachus

sulukinak knew what it felt like to be watched, to be followed. the people here were not as skilled as they imagined when it came to stealth; perhaps he was not trying to be quiet as he followed her, but the fact he followed at all only further disturbed her.

she knew this glacier well enough by now that she flew across the paths when necessary, and she knew herself even better: her ability to slide upon ice or sickle her body, to shift her weight and take dangerous chances with the angle of the earth.

the woman picked up speed and when she found a dark hole to slip in to, she feigned towards it and then slid another way, taking off over a ridge she knew, and quickly racing to a narrow strip of stone so that she could escape his eye entirely.

her shape dissolved among the shadows of the trees and tunnels.