Wapun Meadow But in all chaos, there is calculation.

At times the pagan vanishes, seemingly like a spirit, into the wilderness that surrounds nunak's family - no matter where they are. There are many members to the family he spoke of but the tundrian, far more used to isolation, keeps to the fringes of their group for now. It's all too new for comfort and tupilaq, overwhelmed, seeks refuge in the silent worship of her gods - typically wandering the land beyond their stopping points in search of danger as she speaks to Tiqaqq. Oddly enough, it's Siqiqniq that finds her, rousing her from a hellish dream. 

Tapeesa rises, moving with soft steps to not disturb any who would be sleeping. If she notices Takiyok's coincidental absence, it doesn't show. Angakkuq glances sideways, catching a glance of nanuk from the corner of her silver eye. No word falls from her scarred maw, for she finds it difficult to speak in the presence of so many. 

The spearwife moves on, flashes of the dream appearing in the hazy edges of her tired eyes. Tupilaq seems to withhold a flinch occasionally, spooked by some imaginary shadow. She finds herself roaming the edges of the meadow they've taken up - oddly, it's blanketed with pink and yellow flowers rather than snow. Uki shakes the remnants of sleep from her mind, moonstone gaze clear as it scanned the distance for threats. Briefly, a ragged ear would twitch in response to some noise. 

It's with some surprise that she spots nanuk's sister ahead, given that it's daylight. The waif approaches slowly, a slightly less timid hunch to her shoulders. Sia had inspired nerves, but he was male. A healthy amount of submission is visible in the dip of her head, the chuff she rumbles out as the distance between them closes for the bear's sisters are easily as broad and powerful.