Duskfire Glacier everything after, nothing

The butterscotch merle can feel the tension bloating in the air between them as readily as the chieftain with the pelt of Sedna's depths. Of its own accord, her tropical gaze fell to the wayside as she silently cursed herself for asking such a personal thing. She'd only been curious, uncertain if there was some connection between her packmates that she'd had yet to realize. 

"I am sorry," she offered, perhaps inadequately, in the thick silence forming after the conclusion of his admission. "This is always hard thing." For a moment, Tupilak thinks of Salik and her second father, of how they spoke of Eelisi and her untimely passing. But the huntress can't quite be sure that they should count. 

"I wish you luck then. May your cubs be strong and many," the shaman blessed him with soft, serious tones -- believing and hoping for what she had said.