Stone Circle lookin' for a mind at work

She listened like they were preparing for war. Really, she simply didn’t know how else to listen. Up until spring, she’d only known life as a fight for survival, a steady run of increasing intensity. Easthollow has shown her there was another side to living, and Desna... well, Desna seemed to know what balance meant. She’d obviously been able to juggle a pack, a mate, and kids, but then, this was Desna. Between maintaining her friendship with Desna, her responsibilities with the pups and at the borders, and her relations as a pack mate, Nanook had enough to juggle; every way she turned the picture, she saw no room for someone who would want to take her away from all those hours she poured toward the pack.

Yet this conversation was all very hypothetical - the ice queen had to remind herself that - and she tried to play along. “Flirting.” She said, and turned her head. It all felt stiff and awkward and downright silly, but a slant of mischief crooked her mouth. “Like that thing you do with your eyes sometimes.” And she gave her sister her first and probably last most seductive look she’d ever given anyone, battering her lashes like she thought she’d seen someone do a time or two somewhere on her travels - obviously exaggerated, and over acted. “Flirting like this?”