Moonsong Glacier freyja's tears

She turned to look at him now. As distant and drawn as she had looked before, now there was a spark of something in those eyes; yet she still has not introduced herself or seen fit to welcome him. Who was he? Why was he here? These were questions she should be asking—but at the same time Sulukinak saw no reason to. What did any of it matter?

Her tail whisks at her hocks, and she is turning away again. This time instead of looking along the path she stalks a few feet and then pauses, checking over her shoulder. She could lead the man to where she had last seen Dutch, but maybe he had moved on already?

Call for him. He might come. The others had all gone—so maybe Dutch had too? Sulukinak did not want to consider that she'd been abandoned upon the glacier; she could not see her man doing that to her, and presumed he had gone to look for others and see if anyone remained.

From time to time Sulukinak would do that, too. Search. Wonder. Inevitably, climb the glacier again and be alone with the ice. It felt like she haunted this place, but she had nowhere else to go.