Moonsong Glacier like every verse of a living, breathing fairy tale

She showed few outward signs of reservation, but Dutch would not be convinced of her happiness until the had arrived and settled in amongst the seal hunters. He would take better care of her. There was no excuse not to without the burden of leadership upon his shoulders.

"Okay," he said, warmth flooding his chest. The would go, then, all together.

After months of pining, he would be exactly where he wanted to be.

"Okay," he said again, breathing out all his worries in a soft sigh. This was a good move. This was what they should have done in the first place. "Let's get the last of the pelts together — and then we will call the others, and we will go."