Duskfire Glacier love and loss

The new matriarch of the pack, and one of her adored aunts, was noted initially with a frustrated flick of her ear. What was wrong? Surely the question was rhetorical! But her sour spirits shifted as she looked to her ajakoluk, and her ears airplaned apologetically atop her crown. She had done nothing to indicate her brief flare of irritation, and yet she had felt it. It sprung upon her without wanting. A tiny sigh came then while her eyes shifted guiltily away. It felt wrong to feel any negative thing toward a woman she loved so, and Tunerk was swift to let it go. 

Nanook. She is really gone. Her trail—it just ends. I do not understand it. There is no riverbed to split it—yet no bones to prove it. Tunerk did not know what to do. Tunerk felt blameful for not thinking of this sooner, and yet the thought sprung to her tongue now: Can we search for her? Beyond our claim? Had they done so already, and had she missed such an opportunity?