Gyrfalcon's Keep Bones Exposed

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Words fell away into silence. They were not needed here and the fact that she had used them... Chalk it up to a moment of bad judgement. Gold irises swallowed those dark pupils as she watched the female, watched her approach and remained stock still, the wind in her fur the only movement at the moment. Distance between them closed further with a small step, the question in the wolf's eyes easily readable. 

A pause as she thought about the consequences of allowing someone so close, and normally, she'd have lifted her lips in snarling answer of "no". Yet, something about this felt... familiar. Right. A nod was given, allowing her into her personal space. Kroc did not do this without her own action, however, leaning close to scent her in kind. At first, there was that tingle of familiarity again, her ears flickering in frustration as she tried to place what it was.

Another breath drawn and --

Her eyes widened, flashing gold as she jerked back to examine the dark female. For a moment, the gears in her head turned to remember the words, remember the language. She was rusty, that was for damn sure, but the Inuktitut spilled from her mouth all the same. "You smell of Siku. Of home." However faint the smell was, it was still there. 

Wild eyes searched hers, searching for an answer, an explanation. Never had she thought that she would find one of her own here, of all places. And yet... "You're a loner?" Not truly, no. Not if she was of Tartok. Once and always part of the pack, they were never truly loners, but that was how the rest of the wolves likely saw them, not understanding the deep bond that ran between them. "What happened?" The idea that the pack had disbanded did not sit well with her but she wouldn't assume it had happened. Maybe this one was like Kroc herself, who hadn't wanted to leave Tartok but had needed to. Perhaps. She would wait for an answer before thinking any father down that path.