Duskfire Glacier Autumn was soft

Samani began to reveal something about her own sister, and Veteran tore his gaze from the hollows below to refocus on Samani. She seemed to be on the edge of saying something less-than-perfect, but she caught herself at the last second. Of course. The perfect princess. 

Veteran nodded along to her comment on siblings. "Especially sisters," he added, wearing a lopsided smile not unlike his mother's. "I've seen your sister, I think.." he started, brow wrinkling as he recalled the twisted, one-eyed, hobbling little creature he'd spied in Moonglow's camp. Their pelts were similarly colored, and yet Samani's reminded him of morning sunbeams on fresh-fallen snow, and her sister's reminded him of dirty sand. 

She was back at her questions, perhaps as a way to divert him from the more sensitive topic. Luckily for her, Veteran was fairly easy to distract. "I'm a mercenary," he answered proudly. "I'm going to be a guardian when I grow up!" That reminded him, they should get back to their patrol. Reluctantly, Veteran pulled himself away from the view of permafrost hollows, directing them back to the patrol path. 

"Moonglow wolves are hunters, right?" he asked her, turning the question back on her. He'd heard this much from his mom, but logically they couldn't all be hunters, right? It stood to reason that princesses might be put up to more delicate tasks. Veteran could not recall if he had seen Samani with the hunting parties in the valley.