Moonsong Glacier freyja's tears

It had been weeks since Sulukinak had seen anyone. The change had been slow, then steady; the departure of hunters, the wandering away of women. Sulukinak remembered being resistant to the presence of Eira and Nephele when they made themselves known—possessive of the glacier as much as she was of Dutch—and now they were gone, and Sulukinak was happy. The glacier suffered as a result. No women, and no babies.

The vanishing of the others came as no surprise as winter thawed to spring and the village began to struggle. Sulukinak kept herself fed and noticed as the village-scent became corrupted, and soon it was gone.

The man before her asked about her man @Dutch; a slow sadness drew across her features, and the usual indifference of Sulukinak held a darker note of depression.

Where was her man? She looked away from the stranger and distractedly cast her gaze along the glacier paths, at the trees, at the places where scents had faded except her own.