Moonsong Glacier Songs We Don't Hear on the Mountain

Massaraq moved quietly across the land, it was hard to feel any sense of urgency but he moved with a purpose and swiftness born of a habit he had never corrected. He needed to be away for a little while and yet his heart on a tether he could not bring himself to go far even in spirit. Not much of a hunter he had gathered the tines of a shed antler and set them across his back, the prongs shifted uncomfortably along his skin with each movement but it was not so long a journey. When he reached the borders he hesitated, when he had visited Moonspear he had been with his anaa and when he had been carried to Moontide half unconcious. He was not at all sure how he wished to approach when the closer he came to others the more his breath began stealing away. The visit had seemed a much better idea ensconced in Moonglow.