Moonsong Glacier a dream within a dream

at least there's that. she relaxes at his firm denial, ears tilting slightly forward to catch the name he offers instead. she's not familiar with it.

it suits him, though; she continues to look him over. it's not as if he's grown from sapling to stalwart oak since they've been apart—but time has erased the weakling she once saw within him. he's big and rugged, having cast aside all hint of inferiority.

frankly, it impresses her.

no, she answers just as sharply, mouth tightening. merrick ihh' deadh. my ma deadh. bearclaw no more.

she supposes it must please him, given what he'd endured in that place.

whahh' you calledh now? Avicus asks. her tail moves, slowly, and there's a warming in her belly that shrieks just as loud a warning to return to Prophet—and soon.