Duskfire Glacier Illusions of the sunlight.

@Njal

From the Glacier's eastern edge, Malachi watched the sun break the distant horizon, painting the sky with hues of pallid gold. Somewhere behind him the pack slumbered on, or drifted through the wakening world, or busied themselves in whatever ways they could in these days of healing that inevitably followed their fall. The days continued to grow shorter and shorter, and the nights provided the forest floor with a thin blanket of frost. The dawning sun would melt the layer quickly, but the youth knew soon enough their home would be covered in ice and snow.

Though Tuwawi and her pups remained missing, Týrr had returned to them after pursuing the cats, though he too had returned empty pawed. While Malachi found hope in the youth's arrival, having to inform the Northerner of the Sveijarn's tragic days had woken the discomfort he'd tried so hard to bury away. Malachi wished for nothing more than to leave the land and search harder, to find anything that could bring Njal certainty that his family was alive and alright and returning home soon, but Malachi knew full well he couldn't do that now, not with his responsibilities here. But the temptation was there, and very real, and gazing now into the distant lands did nothing to take it away.