Ocean's Breath Plateau a psychic wound

"Hunt-brother."

She was quick to lean gratefully on his support, the familiar salty twang of seal hunter grounding her spinning mind. Though they had met only briefly before, the north ran thick in both their veins and she was relieved he appeared vibrant and well.

At his questioning, her head sank low, guilt rife. Whatever she said was sure to dampen his spirits. "Ariadne, she-" he must know, "I have searched for days and still have found nothing. It has been making me sick with worry and I- I do not know where else to go, Chakliux."

It was rather pitiful to plead on his doorstep, but the thought of paying Dutch a visit iced her bones. What would he say if he knew she had bed a man unwed? What would Chakliux say? Guarded, she kept the secret behind lock and key and thought it quite lucky wolves could not read minds.