To Our Brown-eyed Cousin,
Selky daughter, split-tongued; who wears the river, skirt-and-trouser;
I have always preferred to mock the donning of garlands, and laugh at each pronouncement of the phases of the moon. Today the stories are no longer a game. Your friends have been murdered and a white sill advances into the chest of the living. None of this is alright, and I was foolish to say otherwise.
We know the Queen abducts the body. She took us as presents; bound in furs and sleep. This is why we practiced. The chill curtain is our common enemy, and we are not without recourse: we are at ease with winter; the ice moon is ours.
There are three months between us and the boyish Harvest-moon, and then the Blood. You intend to our shore by September. Then, come. The vote has been called, and counted. We request your presence among us, by the Harvest moon.
This date passing without sign of your arrival, I am prepared to hunt you, bring you across the river. You never have to go back.
The objections have been heard, and dismissed. We summarize:
That we are allied with the Snow Queen.
We stole the bodies of boys and unknotted her violet dresses. It is true. I wear the bolt through the chest, still. The allegiance is renounced.
On the division Seele - Unseele
We declare it null. Let them say fortune, misfortune. Favor and disfavor. Nonsense. We have not found our hearts so divined, nor the navigable world so divided. The storm is everywhere. Dreams come, regardless. Terror creeps under the windowsill; I shake in the arms of lovers. Neither pole withholds itself.
The borderlands are undivided and we believe this fact is plain to you.
That our mouths are dangerous
Well. We are toothed. So are you.
We love our neighbor, crooked, and hope that she is crooked in turn.
Let me walk alongside you in the dark.
It is therefore decided to send for you , to live the winter among us. All hands assent.
Promulgated this second rose day of June.
We remain your most humble & c.
The wolves.
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