Duskfire Glacier universe everything's wrong

Where had the months gone? How had their lives been riddled with such disaster? Why had they come to this glacier in the first place? Did they deserve such pain? The questions were endless; a biting rhetoric.

Tuwawi tried to craft a timeline in her mind in a futile attempt to sort her grief. The memories stung, the collar wrenched tight around her burning skin. It was a constant reminder of their loss. Some days she was void of emotions... others it was unbearable. The Sveijarn dam was inconsolable and irrational; her abduction made it so. Always she had resented the Kesuks and their bears... but how could the Sun and Earth of Kindred explain this collar? The shapes she saw? The grating sounds she had heard? There had never been proof of a higher being... if it hadn't been for the dark piece of leather buckled around her throat Tuwawi would have thought herself mad.

Her nose flirted above the ground until a slow breeze brought a familiar scent. Her red crown lifted, silver eyes placing themselves upon a ruby in the distance. 'Mum...' it muttered, voice audible among the silent trees. Tuwawi inhaled sharply, gaze fixated upon her daughter. She had grown older, more beautiful despite her parent's missteps. The mother's blood boiled, spirit catapulted into a torrent of potent emotions. The most feral reigned supreme; the desire to protect and be with her offspring.

At once she kicked off into a swift jog despite her haggard appearance. "Mae! Maera!" she called to her. Within moments they would be nose to nose and Tuwawi would attempt to smother her with a combination of love and possessive posturing. Her sooty tail whipped to and fro, nose forcibly poking into her daughter's ruff affectionately. If Maera had been any smaller Tuwawi would have surely picked her up by the scruff and drag her to the old burrow. My daughter! My baby! the mother's mind echoed, Njal's void eased slightly be her child's presence.