Moonspear I can't wait for this feeling to free me

she took herself away from moonglow for a time.

destinies of the moonworld were changing, and it caused her a rigorous anxiety that did not allow her to sleep. 

chiding herself for not traveling sooner, she set out for moonspear with two wraps and a hide bundle of preserved meats, finding it more difficult to wend the icy slopes.

often she stopped, but was too proud to call up to the mountain village for help!

breathing heavily, her breath a cloud of white air, at last kukutux came to its summit, and there the singing of a familiar man brought her own call, less musical but matching its friendly openness.