Silver Moraine even though I'll never know what's up ahead

pls nudge me if these assumptions aren't ok!

Yura's body ached in more ways than one, her mind on fire just as much as her paws. Their return to the taiga had been swift as promised, and to her relief, @Sivaak scent was easy to locate on the moraine.

@Sobeille pushed ahead, the girl following easily in her paws now, well practiced on the rocky terrain. She was eager to depart, and more eager still to reach the sea. What would it be like, to feel its waters for the first time? 

Her breath plumed white, paws kneading at snow as if to imagine herself on the shores already.

the emotional iceberg she first sensed in that meeting with moonwoman had not melted. its iceflows coursed through her, laying down new pathways of doubt. uncertainty. worry. foreign emotions for the shoregirl, who until this point had always been unswerving in her purpose.

what if things were different at home? what if her maman and tante renounced her? kukutux’s inscrutable face remained at the forefront of sobeille’s thoughts — for a sea of emotions stormed in those bright eyes that sobeille knew she had no accounting of.

she turned to stargirl quietly, reading the scents of sivaak in the air. this chased away the gloom hounding her for a while; sivaak, the ever present.

you ready?

Yura would have been a fool not to notice the subtle changes in Sobeille as they neared the coast. The lines on her face seemed tighter now, an indescribable darkness in those lantern eyes. A worry leeched from Yuralria's own, that the stargirl tried her best to ignore.

She was hardly ready to face the events of the last week, let alone dredge through Sobeille's own, offering her a curt nod. "Let's find Sivaak and get outta here." There was little point remaining in the taiga any longer than they needed to; their work here was done.

strange mutual apprehension rippled through them both. perhaps in that way they shared some similarity with the caribou they hunted, perceptive to the subtlest change within one another.

meeting stargirl’s curt nod with a level gaze, sobeille found herself looking past yura where sivaak denned. she nodded in turn, brushing past in a show of solidarity.

they would find the caribou killer and begin their long march home. sobeille thought of yura’s grandmother and their last meeting. it pleases me to see your face.

she held the image of her maman in her mind as they threaded through dark pine.