Silver Moraine tell me, mockingbird

dated for around the 11th

his travels had been swift. carrying him from the lands of moonglow and the moonwoman @Kukutux, and into these tundras that bit at his fur.
he was certainly not crafted for weather such as this. he felt the bite of the chill down to his very marrow, and endured it either way. head raising stiffly, nostril content to sniff at the wind.
he knew who he searched for—the man @Sun Eater—now, he need only find him. his objective was to speak. masa did not know if that was how it would go.
he could not know anything for certain.