Frostfire Ridge Fuster Cluck

No worries! We will go with the flow!

Twitch. Yes. Okay. She could feel her feet. Maybe. Her brow furrowed in a slight manner, eyes unfocusing for a moment. Twitch. Yes, that worked. Her foot had moved. So perhaps they were just numb rather than all together dead. It was a silly line of thought but for how far they'd traveled in a short span of time, it wasn't completely out of context. She'd ask Citali later maybe. If she wasn't asleep by the time her companion showed up.

Her name. She heard her name. Eyelids fell over her bright eyes only to reopen again, refocused and vision mostly clear as she looked up again. Oh. There was someone there. Not a dream. Focusing on her nose, Nochtli attempted to identify the scent, her tail thumping on the ground when she put it to a name and a face. "Mana." Her voice was tired, weighted with sleep, but the warmth was there. She was happy to see her sister. 

Now if only she could actually sit up. She'd get there. Right now she was still focused on wiggling her toes. "I've missed your face." Nochtli's way of weaving words was still out of reach at the moment but diplomacy was not needed here with her sister. Not right now, anyway.