Moonsong Glacier complicating

the chill rejuvenated her.

moonsong was her birth right, but the grove was given to her by things far more spiritual. loss was as powerful as gain, she had come to learn this.

even more so when she turned to see him. pale and dark grooves of stark scars.

say his name.

a smooth stone was protected under her paw. hidden from view as if his eyes upon it might remove it from her wholly.

seal hunter, not a name, but a title. just as strong and just as branded.