Great Bear Wilderness Hey there Delilah;

The Bluenoses? Delilah smiled at that. "Wow; I'm sure they had no problem picking you out from your friends when you were younger," She joked feebly, gulping down the last of her fish and leaving only a myriad of small bones on the ground. With a claw, she drew cross in the ground, and then a kite shape connecting the lines. The bones lay in the middle, and she brought her muzzle close to them. "Mene mene tekel upharsin," she whispered.

Then she straightened up and looked Luke in the eye. She tried to smile, but couldn't. She thought that her grief must be rather plain to see on her face, because all of a sudden her elation was gone. Gone was the thrill of the fish, of eating, of drinking; of regaining her strength. And replacing it was grief, hard and jagged, cutting away her happiness until there was barely any left.

Anael. She almost felt regretful for forgetting him. She looked back at Luke, realising that her head had fallen to look at the ground. "I-i..." Her voice came out in a stutter. Could she trust him? Luke may have given her food, good company, and the thought that she would maybe be okay in these lands after all; but was it all a ruse?

Deciding to take a plunge in the deep end; she took a deep breath and spoke. "I'm l-looking for my son. Anael. He was five months old when the Humans took him."