Moonsong Glacier freyja's tears

At first dawnlight, Fjall descended from Silvertip Mountain to the border of Moonsong Glacier. The scentline was not well tended here, but Fjall knew where it was from experience.

Fidgeting on his feet, he took a deep breath, anxious that he would be greeted with silence like he had when returning from his spirit walk. He had not known then that the pack had gone away on a collaborative bison hunt.

Though his life had been upended since his encounter with the wild spirit, he supposed it was a trial by fire of sorts — a way to cleanse his life before rising from the ashes. He wondered here, not for the first time, if this was where he belonged.

Fjall lifted his muzzle and howled for an audience.