Duskfire Glacier In the car outside

"Hope he's not being too stiff. He can be a bit stiff sometimes,"

Lane would do her one better than a knowing smile: she chuckled, her amber eyes dancing with mirth.

It's a good thing this sister was here to make sure Issorartuyok was keeping things easy and casual. God knows he needed the help. 

The moment the young redhead spoke, Lane knew she wasn't a Northerner-- not with that accent. 

"Sapphique?" Lane repeated over her shoulder as she walked. The girl was a fair ways from home. She explained that she had come with family to join the hunt, and Lane nodded. From the way Quaniit questioned the girl, Lane surmised that they were very newly acquainted with one another.

"In here," Lane ushered the windswept group into the Greyfall Caverns. Once inside the mouth of the cave, she turned to Mireille with a smile. The girl was hunkered oddly behind Quaniit, as if she was hiding from Lane. The posture was a little odd, but Lane decided she wouldn't read too much into it. 

"You're doing us a great service, Mireille. Duskfire Glacier thanks you. While the hunt is on, our borders are open to all the hunters, including those from Sapphique. Please stay as long as you like, and return as frequently as you wish. I have a son and daughter about your age, somewhere around here; you might enjoy meeting them."

And now for the Tatkret sister. Lane shifted her gaze. 

"You're welcome to shelter here too, Quaniit Tatkret. Issorartuyok is away, but Tuuluuwaq is here. He's just recently decided to join as a pack member. We have room here for all Tatkrets, as guests or as permanent members." Lane tilted her head, wondering if this Tatkret might also wish to stay. It was a tossup at this point-- Tuuluuwaq had chosen to stay, and Tanaraq had chosen to go. What would Quaniit choose?