Stone Circle You wanna tell me what's goin' on in that freaky head of yours?

Nunataq observed the older she-wolf's body language and especially expressions with an intensity of a sniper that is ready to shoot the fateful bullet at any moment. And as long as the other remained tense, so did the brown-pelted adolescent, ready to step in and shield Arlette, if it came to it. But the figurative rain-cloud with thunders and lightenings cleared up, when the two Easthollow residents had come to some sort of a resolution. When Valette smiled and looked at her kindly, her niece put down her battle axe, straightened up from her defensive position and regarded her with a calm curiousity, being even so bold as to stretch her neck and sniff the particular scent of the unknown lady. She was important in some way and Nunataq wanted to memorize her for future reference.