Bearclaw Valley salt trap

Sif glanced toward the mountains when he mentioned them, ears fanning back as she thought of Rheia. Where was she? The itch to go and find her rose up in her paws once again, but Sif had other things to take care of before she set off on that crusade. Isengrim needed to be taken back to the coast, and Wardruna's strange ideas about marriage needed to be quelled.

"For why?" she asked, head tipping to the side at Xan's words. A beat later, she ducked her head in embarassment. Maybe he wasn't very good at it, like her. Maybe he was better at talking with his teeth than his tongue. "We can be friends," she offered, tail wagging hopefully, only to slow when he brought up her trip to the coast. Although she was glad to have run into family, the trip had not been a pleasant one.

"See brother," she explained, her tone suggesting that she wasn't too happy about this.