Duskfire Glacier This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms.

She'd surmised as much, though just how many she hadn't been able to tell. Njal didn't seem interested in pursuing the subject though, much the pity. Danica's way of coping with this situation had been to hunt the felines with an almost mindless focus and ferocity. Her mindset hadn't shifted yet.

She deferred to him, though, when she saw the defeat on him when he admitted his son was gone. The utter hopelessness in him made Danica rather awkward for she had no idea what one did in this sort of situation. The proper response might have been 'don't worry, he's out there somewhere, we'll find him' but Danica had never been a good liar. It might be true, but chances weren't good, and to give false hope was sometimes worse than coming to terms with reality.

When he asked to see Tuwawi, it was her turn to deflate a bit, eyes lowing before coming up to his face once more. "She's gone." It was stated matter of factly, but her voice was softer than usual. Njal didn't look like he needed another hit, yet again she could not lie to him. "We don't know where. She, Valtyr, Jokull... they are all gone. Though there are no signs to say they did not leave willingly." Save one - the little girl left behind. "Maera is here, though. She will be glad that you are returned." It was a single ray of sunshine to the distraught father, but she hoped it was enough to give him some amount of purpose again. Maera would need her father now, and he would need her just as much she didn't doubt.