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Desna's voice led her the final stretch of steps through the frosted trees, and her gaze fell to the pale wolf, a stark contrast to her sister's darker fur. Her new scent mingled with the familiar, and the Apaata sucked in a searching sniff. Fresh, foreign, and altogether wild. She exhaled with a puff and turned her sharp gaze to scour their recruit. Befitting the small and nymphish thing that hunched in a submissive curl beside her sister's hip.

Nanook quirked her brow, bemused by her sister's remark. But before she could muse any further - was she supposed to know? - the girl was upon her, and left Nanook to startle back with stiff and jagged steps. In that moment, the two couldn't have looked any different from each other - the pale wolf a squirmy pest on the ground, and Nanook, stiff like a pillar of the ice she had once kept around her heart. The noise had her ears pressed slick against her skull, and the sheer presence of this stranger brought a curl to her lip. She pressed much to close, much too fast, and without much thought, Nanook struck out to snap the air in front of the newcomer's face as a warning to Back. Off. just as the girl turned to rocket back toward Desna with equal excitement in her steps.

She left Nanook as a hunched and bristling beast, a sharp mess of confusion and irritation. Ire sparked through the ends of her fur, and she lashed her tail with a snap above her back. "Who is this." She demanded, for whoever this was, she was certain this was someone she neither remembered nor knew.