Moonsong Glacier cirsium occidentale

backdated to february 6th, following this thread. @Aditya

The last act of service for his dear mother complete, Waxwing planned to head south to Paleo. They had fed and sheltered him for a time, and he owed it to at least let them know he was okay. And if they had room for him, perhaps he would stick around there for the long run. This thought, however, was quickly brushed aside when a familiar scent tickled his nose. Father.

Eager for the comfort of a parental figure so shortly after losing the life of his other, Waxwing beelined it toward the pack where his father's scent was the strongest. It had been some time since he had seen @Aditya, but Waxwing knew that would not matter. The young man called for his father, a sad note in his voice.