Sunderhollow has been snowed in for three generations. The falcons say it's the mountain. The foxes say it's the falcons. Nobody remembers the year it started, only that it started after the falcon king's wife died. Irenka is a fox shifter. She has spent her whole life stealing from the garrison on the ridge and her whole recent year avoiding the falcon prince, who keeps leaving her pastries on a stone wall like that fixes anything. When he catches her wrist on the ice, the fated bond snaps between them, and it is the worst possible thing to happen to two people whose families have been at war for a century. The curse isn't the king. The curse is his grief. It's anchored to the pass, and the only thing that can break it is the old language of the foxes, spoken by someone reckless enough to walk up a mountain in winter and say it to his face. Irenka is exactly that reckless. A fated mates fox shifter fairytale romance with a snowbound village, a stolen songbook, and two families who have to watch.