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The approach of Nanook was firstly heard by Sesi, as the wind was not in her favor. The more-feral-than-not two year old found herself back at her sisters hip, submissive and baring her fangs in a clear show of submissive fear rather than aggressive. Though the coat was vaguely familiar, they had each aged significantly. It was only when Valette spoke the name of her sister that Sesi began to whimper and groan, army-crawling apologetically toward Nanook for her error. 

This was no stranger! This was her sister! 

Her ears were completely flat atop her head. She had made a mistake to wrinkle her muzzle at all, though it had only been to let the then-stranger know she knew who was top dog and that she did not want to fuss over it. Now that was doubly true, but there was a great deal of affection Sesi felt toward the other in knowing that this was the very Nanook she had been searching for, just like she had sought Valette! She loosed long whines, and once she was entirely before Nanook, she went from belly-to-the-earth to belly-to-Nanook, bearing her stomach in a show of intimate trust. Her tail beat against the earth as she wriggled, hoping to be forgiven—in her excitement, she rocked to her feet and moved in a submissively squirmy fashion around Nanook, hoping to placate her with submissive licks. 

Surely, Sesi might be crowding her as Sesi herself hated to be crowded, but she had regressed in the moment to the mindset of an unleashed dog at the dog park just getting outside for the first time in its entire life. And, really, that's what this was—she was this excited. But fortunately, Nanook was given a break as she rocketed toward Valette with an impish, giddy yip. My sisters!