Whitebark Stream its been too long

"Yes, a tail," she said, a little exasperated that he'd even need to confirm what she'd said. A tail was a tail, was it not? Especially a copper-haired tail, that was pretty easy to spot. The bear hadn't been ginger. That thing would stick out like a sore thumb. "Could you tell where it was going?" Maybe he'd be useful for that, at least. She would later feel a little guilty for her attitude toward Estoc, if only because his response confirmed that he hadn't seen a bear with a tail. Even though she knew that retrieving her tail didn't mean it could ever be re-attached, just having it back would be a comfort. Or a nightmare. But the bear had probably eaten it, now that she thought of it, and that thought made her stomach plummet unpleasantly.

Estoc saved her from the horrifying realization of just what she'd lost by redirecting her attention elsewhere. "Yours first," she prompted, seizing the advantage of belonging to a pack that happened to be close at hand. If Estoc wanted any information about them, he'd have to be willing to give his own first. If they weren't so close and if a bear hadn't just ravaged their land (and admittedly, if she wasn't in Citali's company, for the woman inspired her to be sterner with mere presence alone), she would've likely been more forthcoming with it. Recent events made Saena want to keep it close for once.

As for his question, Scimitar and his mate came to mind. Nova Peak was a pack of Frostfurs. But, owing to her newfound need for secrecy, did she see any benefit giving that information away freely? Nope. "I haven't heard those names before," she lied with as closed off an expression as she could muster.