Nova Peak ν

silatuyok gives him a small nod, her eyes still lingering on the hide he wore, before turning them to the distance. the air around her is thick with scents—earthy and cold, mingling with the sharpness of fresh hides. she dips her head in quiet thought.
no. is good. she says, the words simple enough. it is clear she does not wish for further assistance at this moment. she lets the silence hang between them, as if weighing the offer.