Blacktail Deer Plateau Hide Away

Nanook's face did not shift at Desna's mention of war, but she felt the fur along her nape bristle. She did not think to pry into the state of Maplewood, for her connection to the pack rested only in the sister who stood before her now and in the buried bones of their mother. She'd had no other loyalties there, nor had she sought to forge them. All that mattered was Desna now, and she stared at her sister with greater intensity and half-stepped forward in an initial attempt to see if she bore any wounds from the fight. But Nanook froze when she realized her subconscious encroachment, and she hovered her paw before she placed it on the ground to draw her forelegs stiffly together. "Oh. I see." What she couldn't see was whether or not Desna had been hurt, and though frustration boiled in her chest, she dared not ask further. Surely her concern would only draw suspicion.

She sensed a sorrow in her sister, perhaps wrought by the memory of her hardships. Her words, though, conveyed little sadness, but confirmed where Nanook would let her paws lead her next - namely, away from Silvertip, at least until she was certain her sister had finished her visitation there. Their visit here had been enough - yet Nanook knew the lie in those words, and believing them came with greater effort than before. "May your travels be safe, then." The blessing came with characteristic stiffness, but the words remained ones she genuinely meant. She paused, before adding in a softer note. "Maybe we'll see each other again someday."