Gyrfalcon's Keep The winter may pass and the spring disappear

Solveig was hard to read on a good day, and her stone-faced ways made it difficult for the girl who was eager to please. She was given a nod here and there, or a grunt- and she knew her mother's nuances well enough to know that this meant approval, but she wished her mother wouldn't restrain her thoughts so much. Would it kill her to crack a smile? 

She would have to take what she was given, though she was always left wanting for more. When her mother brushed her shoulder, she tilted herself toward Solveig's chest, momentarily halting the ash-furred wolf the way a sheepdog will guide its own owner. She heaved a sigh at her mother's request. 

The work was never done. 

Nevertheless, she nodded, and trailed along as her mother took up the lead, following tracks left behind recently by their leader.