Gravestone

The man walked into the Forest, carrying a basket. His bound hair and beard shifted with the rime-bound winter wind. It ruffled across the furry bulwark that protected his pale skin. Whispers of the coming cold licked at the pilgrim's face. He did not mind. He had a job to do.
He stepped into a clearing, back bent by his burden. His face was stern. Disinterested, yet focused. He knelt down, placed his basked on the ground, and began to remove stones from them. Each stone was plain and grey, and mirrored the man's hair. Carefully, the man arranged the stones into a small tower. One on top of the other, he worked, until the tower expanded into a mound, and then a cairn.
An hour had passed, and the man's fur clad arms were shivering with the cold. His feet were blue from the snow they had been walking through. He had long since finished his task, but he still knelt on his knees in the snow, staring at his memorial. Her memorial.
Two bears emerged from the trees, their large shape a rarity at this time of year. They approached the man from both sides, and adopted his pose, as he had adopted them so many years ago. Only when the wind ceased did the man look up.
"Who is that for?"
Without turning to look, the man responded to the goat girl. "My daughter. Their mother. The ones lost in the green sea." His head dropped again, his gaze carefully scrutinizing the snow that had built up on his knees.
The goat girl reached out a hand to him. Her voice was worried, but uncertain. "Bjorn..." The man jerked, evading her grasp. Tears fell from his eyes, tracing paths down his leggings.
"Stay away, cow. Leave. This is not a place for one of your kind." The goat girl looked as if she'd been slapped. Uncertainty magnified into consternation, and she was struck silent.
Moments passed. Then she, knelt down and gathered up the flowers that had been trailing her. With them in her arms, she walked past the man, and began to arrange the pink bouquet among the stones.
The man raised a hand, but one of the bears moved to nuzzle it. Rivulets of tears now ran freely, and he hugged the bear's giant head. The other bear joined, and together they formed a huddle of tear streaked fur.
The goat girl finished with her decoration. Where a steel grey cairn had sat now stood a glowing memorial. The moon flowers shined from every crack, bathing the clearing in a pinkish hue. She stood and moved back, briefly hugging one of the bears before walking on.
The man stayed there with his bears for another hour. Eventually, he stood up, picked up the basket, and walked from the memorial, followed by the twins. His footsteps were just a bit faster than when he had come.
Behind him, the memorial shivered and glowed, before mists swallowed the site and it was forever lost to the green sea.