Author's Notes: These stories are all about my OC Frostbud. His backstory is contained in my story A Flower in the Dark but it is not necessary to read that first. All you need to know is that he recognized Skywise and Cutter in the same way that they recognized each other.
Disclaimer: I only own Frostbud. Everything else refers to someone else.
The nighttime celebration after the arrival of the Wolfriders was a joyous respite. As Leetah danced, she watched the strange new elves. But the more she saw, the more she doubted her initial thoughts. They did not seem barbaric at all. Even Cutter, the one who had dared to kidnap her, seemed so different. He sat next to his tribe, their equal in every way, never making himself better than his tribe. Next to him sat Skywise, who never seemed far from Cutter's side. The little elf, Frostbud, was settled in Cutter's lap, his head fitting perfectly under the larger elf's chin. He twisted his head up to speak in Cutter's ear, obviously letting Skywise hear as both elves started laughing. Cutter placed a soft kiss to Frostbud's forehead before tightening his grip on the small form. As Leetah twirled, she caught glimpses of the loving, indulgent looks that the Wolfriders' directed towards their chief and his brothers. When Cutter reached out and grabbed her scarf, she looked in his eyes and saw so much more than he expected. His love for her, his tribe, and his brothers, his fears, strength of character, and youthful exuberance shone clear for her to see. As she danced, she continued to watch and think.