Silver Moraine swifter than the moon's sphere;

Clary is met with a roving gaze, as the stranger searches into every space but hers. The youth is confused for a moment, until she remembers - well, duh! Of course the other can't seem to find her - inside these rocks, she's invisible. A smile presses her lips and she lifts her tail and waves the black tip back and forth, as a sort of homing beacon to draw the stranger's attention toward her, until the woman's eyes fall somewhere nearish where she stands.

Kind of. Sort of.

Not really.

She frowns when the woman choose to stare at a spot Clary most definitely isn't, but the girl has grace for that. She has to lean forward to catch what the woman whispers, and she is quick to shoot Nanook a questioning glace. Her aunt hasn't shifted, but looks on with what Clary decides is concern, and the grey girl takes this as permission enough to help. She probably would have, anyway, even if her aunt had protested. Clary feels a tangible ache for the pale woman. She herself has never been lost, but she's heard enough stories from the adults, and enough warnings from her mother, to know that being lost is one of the most dreadful things, a thing she wouldn't wish on any wolf - friend or enemy. Not like she would ever have any of the latter to wish something like that upon.

The woman's mannerisms brighten a smile on Clary's face, for they remind her of her aunt, and she finds comfort in this. "Oh, yeah, that's easy!" and she sprites closer, scrabbling over rock and ice with as much grace as a girl can muster over land like this - which isn't much, but she's grateful enough that she's able to keep her movement upright and forward. She exhales her instructions as she hops from rock to rock. "That reeaaally far line of evergreens to the left and the right of you?" she swings a nod in both directions toward the distant sentries - "you'll wanna make your way over to those. That's your quickest way out of here, and it'll get you outta the rock and ice." Clary herself had only been through one stretch of the trees before, but surely the other couldn't be much different, right?