Duskfire Glacier Sometimes a flower is just a flower.

Veteran tried to draw her attention toward something in particular, declaring that Northerners could map a specific creature - but she took a long time in locating the constellation. "It's got no fucking legs," she told him, unable to contain a bark of laughter, "you think the sky caribou might've caught the zombie disease, too?"

They settled, and Wayfarer took it upon herself to open the hide of their meal. She helped herself, appetite returning at the metallic tang of hare's blood and the taste of it on her teeth. It reminded her how ravenous she'd become during those long days in neutral territory, and she ate almost possessively before scooting aside to make space for her brother to join her.