Moonsong Glacier And we won't let it in

Concern pursed her lips and knit her brows closer together. She felt a stitch of fear rise up her spine to know he had been in a fight with a bear- while on a manhunt for a vicious wolf. While she hoped that the man would be caught and punished, she was tempted to wish that they might simply give up on their quest, if it meant sparing more lives from other potential dangers. 

More came- news of wolves who had left the pack, names she recognized as having belonged to the former leaders. With them gone, Dutch seemed to have taken on the role, which she would have gauged from the changed scent at the borders. She blinked when he spoke of darkness, not knowing what to make of that. "Spring will come," She interjected, reassuringly, "And the darkness will pass." Quite literally- the days grew longer and longer, and she hoped that it might lift his spirits to concentrate on the coming season. 

He changed the topic, and Simbelmyne would have dismissed Chakliux in a heartbeat to soothe Dutch further, had he not mentioned a term she had not heard before. "What is 'blood-of-my-blood?'" She asked. "Chakliux- is he your brother?" She'd never made the connection, nor had the two introduced each other as such, so she was surprised to hear, now, that they (or their children) might be related.