Wapun Meadow Pale wanderer

Siarut. She mentally filed the name away. Fisher was pleasantly surprised to hear him say it was nice to meet them and see him give a dip of the head. Slowly, Siarut appeared to become less and less guarded over the course of their conversation. Still, he noted solidly how trust was earned. She agreed with this, but how he let the statement sit in the air like heavy fog made her anxious. Would he still deny her? "But..." He began, slicing through the fog. Then, acceptance. A smile.

Aqakuktuq smiled with him. It was a genuine, wholehearted smile that she hadn't felt in months―since she was with her family, seeing her parents' most recent litter of pups for the first time. Such deep expressions were rare on the snowfield. It is. Thank you, She murmured, body taking on a slightly sheepish posture as she took a few tentative steps forward. Sensing the shift in her demeanor and perhaps in their course, Pesi now tilted his head at Fisher before lifting off from her shoulder. He croaked overhead, glad to be on the move again.

Then, the pale wanderer asked, Where are you―or... we―traveling? She stumbled over her words, having to remind herself that she was included, now.