Silver Moraine swifter than the moon's sphere;

For reference, I'll be npc'ing Nanook! (:

After tending to the burial of the elder sage, her aunt had insisted they return to the South. Clary had wanted to stay - but she offered little protest. She knew any arguing would only serve to get her snout grasped with a warning hold, especially with the way her aunt's emotions seemed to rage these days - but Clary forgave her for that. The ancient wolf hadn't been family, but she'd been a sort of mother to Nanook, and Clary figured if Valette ever died, well... she didn't really know what she would do, but probably nothing good.

Yet she had found the guts to butter up and ask - politely so - that they, maybe, return a different way? To see places they hadn't seen on their trip out? Because who really knew when ma would let her go off on an adventure like this again? Nanook had looked at her funny-like, nothing out of the norm for her aunt, but Clary knew she'd scored a win when she hadn't just growled a noise that roughly sounded like no, but actually seemed to give her words some thought.

And this place was unlike any place she'd ever been.

Okay, well, back up there. The moraine wasn't really anything spectacular. It was little dull compared the grand sights she and her aunt had seen on the other legs of their journey, and truthfully, there were more interesting things than rocks to see even in Easthollow. But the boring grey of Nanook's fur seems to render invisible the moment she dips into the rocky scar, and Clary sucks in a wonderous breath - will invisibility envelop her, too? The thought makes her giddy and she bounds ahead to pass the shadow of Nanook, dancing from rock to rock and revelling in what she thinks is a cloak of camouflage - only redirect her course when pale movement catches her eye.

She pricks her ears. Another wolf - and before Nanook can catch her, she's already scaling her way with long and gangly limbs over rocks and ice to where the pale stranger struggles on her own path. "Hey!" she chuffs out, voice youthful and bright. She shoots a glance at Nanook behind her, who is watching with a stiffness that brings Clary to approach no closer. But the stranger was travelling so slow and staggered, and Clary swings her head back around, her face still beaming, and chirps anyway, "Y'look like you're havin' a hard time. Need a paw?"