Moonsong Glacier embers

It was Chalkiux that greeted her first.

"Hunt-brother," she remained tense and on edge, fur tousled from the journey. Though the sight of him should have brought relief, the look of seriousness that lay upon his face twisted her stomach in concern.

"There was no trace of him north of the pools," she begins, relaying what little her hunt had delivered. "He is clever and let the water muddy his scent. How was your search?" Had he too come up dry?