Moonsong Glacier Snowdrops

Simbelmyne had found herself growing restless. Not knowing what it might mean, she spent some time roving between Morningsong and Moonglow- never completing the journey as doubt would creep in, and send her back toward the glacier.

She wanted to speak to Kukutux again; to learn more, and to understand exactly how it was that she was feeling now that her First Rites had been completed, and yet she still seemed to have no prospects. She felt her self-worth disintegrate.

She returned to Morningsong after a short trip, only to notice that there were fewer scents in the area. She frowned; dwindling numbers were an indication of a fraying pack. She might have been partially to blame- she hadn’t truly forged a connection with anyone other than Dutch…

She was failing, on her own. She couldn’t even say now that she was being overshadowed by her beautiful sisters now. She had few friends, no beau, and nothing to show but the fading red dye that was almost completely worn off her paws.