Jade Fern Grove We mean it, but I promise we're not mean.

Takiyok. The name was fitting. As the Inuit joined her in the water, Nanook found her eyes tracking her movements, watching for any signs of hidden hostility and ready to book it if the snow maiden turned. Yet Takiyok settled, and after a moment, simply relaxed. Nanook felt the tightness of her own tension remain, not yet certain if she could let herself rest - but she wanted to trust the sister, and Takiyok showed no signs she shouldn't. The Apaata let her own muscles ease, if only a little.

Nanook considered Takiyok's question with a quick glance at the sun-streaked trees. In truth, she hadn't known him that long at all - but she somehow trusted him, and that made very little sense to her. "I met him a couple months ago, at the start of the summer - " and she stopped, squinted, before she turned a curious gaze back to the larger wolf, relaxing more as curiosity took hold. "He was looking for his sister. Was that you?"  He had given her names, but she couldn't remember Takiyok's being one of them.