Stone Circle Sister, you are going to be an aunt.

She had spent the night awake, reading the stars, and had watched as each blinked to sleep at the coming of the dawn. The sky now spoke a different story, and Nanook gathered herself with a long and drawn out stretch beneath the vast canopy of gold. A few high clouds, plumy and white, hung about the western mountains, but they hardly brushed the earthy peaks. Everywhere else, the summer morning rang clear, and the dew beneath her paws confirmed the dry weather to come.

Nanook had only the time to begin to wonder if she would rather the sky speak of rain when her sister's voice called out over the flatland. A light prickling touched her spine, but she eased quick enough - Nanook still hadn't gotten used to being known, and being wanted was a thing she hadn't felt since childhood. At a brisk trot she made her way toward the source - Desna, who struck an impressive silhouette against the brightening sky.

Nanook waved her tail in greeting, but stopped short with a quizzical turn of her head before she drew nearer, her neck outstretched, perplexed and curious. There was something notably different about her sister today, but she couldn't pinpoint what. She certainly looked more like the Desna she'd left, an odd plumpness beneath her summer coat, and she squinted at Desna's face with a clear question in her eyes.