Ouroboros Spine xxiv. pick it up,

AW (hoping for @Sialuk, this can be for whenever so it's set where the dates won't interfere with her trip to Redhawk Caldera) chronicler #2 (bard)

Though mother moon had wandered across the skies for many nights since the Epsilon had first claimed a sleeping spot in the village, and the dark no longer rang with the echoes of their leaders' grief, Aiwë had not forgotten the heart-wrenching songs she had heard. She had been afraid to ask for the longest time, feeling that it might be inappropriate to question the winter women about the songs they had sung.

But they had all been pack for some time now and the birdcaller felt she was familiar enough with the both the Moon and Star to ask. At the very least, the worst that could happen was they might say it wasn't something they wished to speak of. Besides, she had tasked herself with learning of the womens' culture -- their village's culture -- and thought that this might encompass their songs of grieving as well.

Much as she had sought out the raindrop's mother, Elenwë's daughter hunted after Sialuk's scent on a dew-dampened morning -- the gift of an antler the herdwatcher had found clasped in her jaws.