Stone Circle lookin' for a mind at work

Desna took some time to arrive, but Nanook settled against the icy snow with eyes turned to the forest, and an ear inclined for the sound of her sister's approach. In due time enough the crunch of footfalls rose to met her, and the Apaata turned around to greet the cheer of her sister with a subtler - though no less felt - display of affection.

Nanook returned her sister's welcoming kiss with a lick of her own across Desna's jaw, and withdrew with a firm nod of her head. "I've secured the borders from Fox's Glade to here," she said with a nod to the start of the treeline of Lost Creek Hollow. "So we'll keep hading along the forest Eastbound, toward Shadowwyn Moor." She didn't bother to point out direction - if anyone knew the lay of Easthollow like the fur on the back of their paw, it was her sister. "The morning's been quiet. Gave chase to a fox, but he ran off pretty quick. Nothing else to report."