5/17/2026, 2:32 AM
The snow is endless. It feels it has always been this way, she thinks she remembers. A tundra beneath her paws, ice upon her belly as she sparred with brothers for milk. Their faces evade her, as does her mother’s.
It is a call of here and now that rips her from unwelcome but wanted memories. Raising her broad head, ears tuned forward to catch the song upon the wind, she holds an expectant breath.
Call on me when Stormrift stands.
Eirwen’s tundra feet are frozen. Her memories are not clear, but for a new calling? Her future can be clear.
She runs to meet her with a strident lope, clearing fields and icy wells of montane water. The night kissed woman comes into view, and her gait steadies, until she approaches at a brisk walk.
Stern brown eyes are expectant. Her good brow raises, and she chuffs.
“Your call was for me, I presume.”
It is a call of here and now that rips her from unwelcome but wanted memories. Raising her broad head, ears tuned forward to catch the song upon the wind, she holds an expectant breath.
Call on me when Stormrift stands.
Eirwen’s tundra feet are frozen. Her memories are not clear, but for a new calling? Her future can be clear.
She runs to meet her with a strident lope, clearing fields and icy wells of montane water. The night kissed woman comes into view, and her gait steadies, until she approaches at a brisk walk.
Stern brown eyes are expectant. Her good brow raises, and she chuffs.
“Your call was for me, I presume.”
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