Duskfire Glacier cleaning off her fingers as she wept

antha took in issorartuyok's words in solemn silence, her expression a mask of calm despite the turmoil she felt at hearing of the attack. oh, poor heda... attacked by whom? she asked softly, her voice grave but level. other wolves? that mattered, after all; if it was other wolves, the situation surely would not be as simple as otherwise. she held back the sentiments that crowded to the front of her thoughts, concerned that she would overwhelm issorartuyok in this vulnerable moment.