Silvertip Mountain Viva la vida (PACK HUNT)

Desna.

Her body piqued to attention, but Krypton's instructions hummed to a buzz in the Apaata's ears. How could her sister be here? Where was the Maplewood? Nanook's only reply to Desna's greeting came as a stutter, and shock deafened her. She didn't catch the beta's direction, only heard the names that fell from her lips, watched the leave and return of Steady's group. And Desna was not among them. Only Valette.

Desna. Valette.

Nanook's face pinched, and a wash of the reeling confusion she felt within flooded her eyes. In the dregs of her thoughts she knew she had to focus on the hunt at hand and the tactics discussed and delivered. They had a new plan to proceed as one unit, but the surreality of the moment couldn't have made Nanook feel any more detached. Her thoughts swam. Some to her left whispered about an injured beast, but Nanook couldn't stop stealing glances at the dark wolf who shared her age and her sister's coat, who she knew was her sister - only now she really wasn't so sure. How much she could learn from the wolves of Silvertip, about chasing and hunting - but who was this wolf really, and how had Nanook been wrong?