Duskfire Glacier The moon cuts a path

I can try. Dione responded. When she was raising her children, she and her husband had put together a few pelts for the den. He had been much better at it than her. That year had been cold, the small bodies needed the extra warmth while their fur grew. Come find me again in a week or two, I should have it done. We'll hunt again as well.

Looking between the two carcasses, she placed a paw upon the larger. My name is Dione. I suppose I should have said that by now. Offering a smile, she then picked up her preferred carcass before trotting off into the trees.

It was not often that Dione offered up gifts, not even to a lover, but this woman had seemed someone worth keeping as a friend.