Moonspear aupajaangajuq ⧉

Oooh - the bear incident... Right... Norah nodded and looked away, as if the news of this tragic turn of events at the Moonspear off-shoot pack were deeply troubling. She even sighed and feigned the best and most genuine sad yet (she patted herself on the back for that), then turned to face Kukutux again and smiled wistfully. "I did not know everyone there, but it feels very unfair that so many should be reaped, while still young and so much life ahead of them," she told, while in reality she wondered, what the heck had those idiots done to wake up a bear in the middle of winter. It was a criminal offense. No wonder it had got pissed. Though, of course, being mauled and seriously injured was always better than being dead. "Did they manage to kill the bear or did it get away?" she asked, honestly concerned, because if that sleep-deprived bastard was still roaming around, causing havoc, she would pack her non-existant stuff this instant and head for the hills.

"Yeah... no one is irreplaceable in the big scheme of things," Norah sighed. "Though they say that as long the loved ones of the dead keep the memory, they are never truly gone," a handy piece of poetic nonesense. She had known that picking up some of the intelligence and eloquence of speech from one of her exes would become handy one day. "How's the mother - Hydra - holding up? I understand that among those, who were killed, were her own children too."