Moonspear Ripcord

Her ears tilted forward, discovering the subject was Ness' death and its details. She had very little to contribute to the matter. Her mate had already voice all things necessary -- down to the suspicion that it could have been the other bear, the one they had lost track of somewhere over the depths of winter. That possibility boiled her blood, shown subtly by the tightening of her jaw. But they couldn't afford the risks associated with a wild bear hunt right now, as much as she wanted to run recklessly towards the kill. Their focus needed to be elsewhere -- like hunting, and besides, should anyone injure themselves, their most experienced healer had faded to obscurity and most stockpiles were obliterated. Times were not good, in short.

Then, Charon went for the point and she nodded along. Floki's findings out abroad were what she was here for.