Silver Moraine but really when it gets down to it

sivaak hums low, thoughtful.

maybe sivaak claim, she says. if your people allow. if the sea permit.

she turns and begins moving down the moraine. ice and rock crunch beneath her heavy paws.

when does strange girl want to leave? the question comes without looking back. her mind wanders. to the sea. to the ice. to the cold. perhaps the womb makes sivaak grow homesick.