Blacktail Deer Plateau Hide Away

Nanook would have cursed, if she knew any vile words, but she had drifted through adolescent without an ear for such things and only knew what her parents and siblings had taught her, which was nothing short of propriety and the conversation of hardship. So she hissed from her mouth a sharp breath of air void of any tangible speech, but filled with frustration. She held herself from snapping at the air when another insect buzzed by, angry at it for breaking her cover and angry at herself for letting it. While her feral life had chipped at what little social prowess she had boasted while with a pack, she had the wits to know making any violent move, even against the air, would not bode well in trying to get by a threatened stranger with her life.

Yet it took every effort for the girl to push her ire down, and she surveyed the dark wolf, whose voice identified her as a true stranger and not as the curious man she had passed earlier, with cautious calculation. There was a strange familiarity in the sound of the other girl - almost like her sister - but the idea wrought a shiver through her body, and she refused to chase the recognition further. Though she stood a fair ways off, the polar child caught the lift of the dark one's tail, and as Nanook drew herself from the ground, her own tail stiffened at her hocks. "I just want to get by." Her voice came out soft and hoarse, strained from lack of use. She wanted no trouble, and she hoped the girl would let her by without it.