Duskfire Glacier blood in the snow

when morwenna reached for her, gjalla lowered her head at last, black-tipped ears canting back as she let her sister’s paw find her foreleg. her touch is undoing, and gjalla has never felt so weak.

she had imagined this reunion a thousand different ways, but none of them had looked like this. none with her spirit-sister small and trembling, none with shame in her eyes like some crime had been committed.

a low sound rolls out of her throat, a warning and a plea. "enough," she said, nose brushing into morwenna’s crown, "nothing will ever ruin you. nothing ever could." she says the words and she means them. she was as beautiful as the day they lost her.

after a heartbeat she rose just enough to give space to blackfell as he bore morwenna’s weight. her eyes were on him now, cold and cutting even as her jaw worked to keep her voice steady. "home," she echoed.