Chimera Fields in the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet

she did not know what to do. time and hours took kukutux upon another traveling, her mind filled with so many thoughts she could not discern them.

each step was a prayer for Sedna.

moonwoman did not know the voice that hearkened, but it was young. mother's-mind drove her on through the drifts, plucking fitfully at her pelt of ginger fox.

solharr stood before a pair of youthful wolves, sapphique by their scent. "i am kukutux, of moonglow." her eyes held concern. "what has happened?"