Lone Star Mountain cloud giant

She had no second thoughts about her decision to stay here, more than happy to have something to consider hers again. Taki had not given up hope of finding her family, though, and had planned to head to the coast for a few days to ask the leaders of the packs there if they had seen her sisters or her nieces and nephews. Losing the glacier was a devastating blow, but she knew she could move on from it. Never knowing if her family was alive or dead was something that would haunt her forever, though. So, she had decided to make periodic trips when she could spare the time, going to different packs, hoping to find some answers. If anything, it would be nice to travel long distances again like she had always done for her family when they needed it. 

It was as she was about to head north to Drageda, the pack she was most familiar with, that she remembered that she would be allowed near the wounded stranger. If she was being honest, she had little interest in the injured wolf that was benefiting from their work, but curiosity urged her to seek him out despite her reservations. She knew he was unable to feed himself and his dependence on them was only temporary, but the northerner really had no intentions of interacting with him much until he was able to pull his weight. She understood Stigmata's obligation to help the man and had dutifully aided him in providing meals, but she owed nothing more to the stranger. So it was with some irritation that she made her way to the part of the mountain dedicated to the injured wolf. 

When she arrived, she released chuff in greeting, running her body against his has she came to stand next to him. she glanced around but saw no one else. Looking back towards Stigmata, she raised an eyebrow as if to ask, What now?