Lost Creek Hollow drink my blood like wine

When Nuna—she decided that Nunataq was a mouthful and this matched nicely with her own name—happily grabbed the foot and started off for, well, somewhere, Nara thought it best to follow her. There was no way of knowing if the young wolf had understood her. However, because they were now headed in the opposite direction of where Nuna had come from before, she seriously doubted it.

Nara was trailing just a few hesitant steps behind her. How can it be, she thought, that of all people, the only one who knows the whereabouts of a potentially dangerous animal, is a mute girl. She sighed loudly, but kept on following the young wolf nonetheless.