The final weeks of Freja's pregnancy coincided with the most dramatic thaw the Wyrmtooth Range had witnessed in fifty winters. Warm southerly winds swept across the jagged peaks, melting the massive snow-caps and sending roaring waterfalls cascading into the turquoise waters of the fjord. Along the lower valley meadows, carpets of white snow-drops and violet alpine crocuses burst through the softening earth, filling the crisp mountain air with the fresh,…
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