Duskfire Glacier universe everything's wrong

The days were terribly short upon the glacier and a brief interim of sunlight descended with haste into the west. Firelight caught a mane of red hair meandering through the heart of Duskfire's wood, ambling with apathetic strides. It was the third time the expat, Tuwawi, had slithered back to her woods like an adder to its hollow. Where else could she find sanctuary? Defeat had mangled the ember's spirit, amplified by a string heavy with failures.

The collar wrapped tight around Tuwawi's neck, feeling hot against her skin. Some days it choked the mother but today its presence was second to the buzzing in her skull. Njal had gone, perhaps for good this time, and not by means of wanderlust. The words still boiled upon her tongue but, even though her grief had aged somewhat, her side was cold without him.

For new she mingled absently betwixt the towering pines, hungry for solace.