Duskfire Glacier and the prey always believe

AW, caregiving #2 (set in Lupine Flower Meadow area)

Spring had arrived upon the Glacier, a bit slower than the Taiga around them with the ice cliffs' frigid climate. Snow clung now only to the highest peaks of their mountains and to the fields of ice where the lights of the spirits danced. Prey was more abundant as they emerged from their long sleep, even amongst their territory's black pines and whispering woodlands. Hunting was not so daunting a chore and Imaq felt she had done well in her part of storing food, enough so that Seelie had earned a break to focus this stretch of sunlight on her other vocation.

The morning had been cool, grey with the storms that had broken the night before, as she strolled to the flowering meadows. The bite of the chilled winds that whipped in the canopy amongst subdued birdsong and the chattering of forest dwellers could not quite reach through her thick coat, instead feeling refreshing as they buffeted her features. 

By the time the sun reached its zenith, it had begun to play hide-and-seek amidst the clouds and the intervals of warmth Siqiqniq provided were welcome as the shaman drifted amongst the lavender blooms, searching along the undergrowth for fresh herbs to dry and store in @Iana's (reference) apothecary den. She came across a promising bunch of catmint and took to gently snipping at the base of the plant to gather it.