Moonsong Glacier moons

You will have time,

Her voice was a reassurance of things that perhaps he did not fully grasp — or maybe he did. Maybe he knew exactly what she meant when she said this.

She moved now to weave alongside him so that she might enter the cave, where fine skins awaited as if they ached to see life again. She did not unfurl them from where they had been stored.

Instead her head turned and looked to the sooted face of White Elk.