Firefly Glen nuna ⦆

A faint smile tugged at the edges of his dark mouth. She did not need to speak the same dialect as his people, she understood. Kukutux was a woman of the northern snow, he knew it almost instinctively. There was a string that tied their tongues and cultures together.

To lead, the answer arrived simply, bluntly. Issorartuyok regarded the pale moonwoman carefully. There was some wonder in his gaze regarding the home she had made, Moonglow. The northerner imagined that she had gathered a group of wolves who shared the northern cultures all to one place. This one will need followers. Snow, too.

Issorartuyok could not do with the heat of summer air for much longer.

You share stories of Moonglow? Would she tell him of her home?