Duskfire Glacier come on, dark star

It was odd to feel the touch of something so gentle. Taqtara wasn't quite sure what to make of it, though in a way it was reminiscent of times long passed. Being cradled in her anaa's arms, nestled against her sisters in the warmth of the iglu - she let her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she reminisced.

But reminiscing would not bring back what was lost.

Shrinking away from her sister, she fell into an uncomfortable silence as she listened to Tulugak's retelling of events. Family meant little to her now and she had no attachment to the mountain clan anymore; it was difficult to relate to the story though she could sense the ravenwoman's sincerity.

"Quit your crying, it will not bring them back from the dead." And, quite frankly, Taqtara did not want to hear any more selfish excuses. "What will you do now?"