7/26/2026, 3:46 PM
Along a black basaltic jet of the grove, Iglux̂ waits, an anticipatory face at arrival, eyes wide and tail an eager flicker as each small body crests the final hillock. She is proud of Fa’liya for taking this step. Proud too of her brother, Caan, who had guided the pups so assuredly, who’d seemed to let go of some dousing of anger. It is good to see him in this role, to grow some hope in the silver who favors the promise of her own children.
The storm of Tatsaaye' is first to appear.
Soon, Nutuyikruk and her children will come; Meleys and her brood. And then, at last, Iglux̂ would have her own children before her once more. How deeply she has missed having them near.
And, if ice raven is satisfied, he will grant a kindness, and bring Cen to her side, that she and her husband might find one another again in what has been overshadowed by the arrival of their children.
The storm of Tatsaaye' is first to appear.
Soon, Nutuyikruk and her children will come; Meleys and her brood. And then, at last, Iglux̂ would have her own children before her once more. How deeply she has missed having them near.
And, if ice raven is satisfied, he will grant a kindness, and bring Cen to her side, that she and her husband might find one another again in what has been overshadowed by the arrival of their children.
