Duskfire Glacier come on, dark star

Taqtara's breaths heaved with the rise and fall of her chest, watching silently as a paw raised to meet her face. She brushed it away with a brisk movement of her leg as her face settled into a pained scowl.

"You would not beg this much if it were not true," she spat. As her rage cooled from a roaring river to more of a bubbling stream, it became increasingly clear that her conclusions had been made in haste - though she was loath to admit it, especially to Tulugak. "I believe you, sister, but do not pretend to care so much."

The glacierwoman was long past needing comfort. She had found an outlet for her grief in warring for the mountain wolves, and what she really needed now was the truth.

Stiffly, she came to sit besides Tulugak, gaze resting glumly on the pink snow. "Tell me, what was more important to you than your own village?"