Duskfire Glacier hebamme

aw! mahler is visiting :D

the children born first to rivenwood were sprightly, bright-eyed, and underfoot by now.
the pack had grown by warriors, and so mahler took this opportunity to see himself away.
he thought of those in wintersbane's pack that he had come to know, and, with a thought for the season, did not come empty-jawed.
a fresh piece of staghide, in which was held newly picked herbs. mixtures. flat leaves and mysterious threadlike gold petals. and as always, beaverfat, as fresh as a cold-dug cache had kept it, nestled amid these things.
mahler set down his parcel upon their doorstep and backed away, tossing a friendly call skyward for those who inhabited the glacier.
an ally, with gifts.