Duskfire Glacier for the dust and the dirt

@Takiyok

Her time here had been brief.

So brief that she felt a leaden weight of guilt settle like a rock in her stomach, but thoughts of the dark assassin clouded her head and caused her to suck in a sharp breath of air, paws slowing to a halt in the cloudy afternoon's haze. She had much to consider, but perhaps she ought to focus her attention on the first task at hand, the task she'd quite frankly been putting off - it was time to go. She knew Cry had not come for her, not yet, but lying in wait became so difficult, especially when he was all she could think of, the only one guiding her steps. She would stay nearby so that the shadowed man could seek her out with ease, but the snow queen's rough pads itched and she longed to wander, longed to breathe in the air of freedom and envelop herself in her own thoughts before she would step up alongside the watcher and aid him in the task she'd cast about her head so many times.

Her blackened lips parted to call to the sky, to the woman who'd brought her among the ranks of IkKanattuk and helped defend her from the clutches of Storm - oh, the ghost was so terribly grateful for that, and it heightened the sense of guilt that tormented her stomach from the inside. 

Some things just had to come to an end.