And break the frozen heart.

This far into her stay, Manauia had successfully managed to avoid her new 'alpha' entirely. This pack was a rather quiet one but that suited her just fine. She hunted, she wandered, and she watched. Though it was a vain hope she looked to the southwest and the familiar figures of her sisters returning. As soon as they came she could be gone and they could continue their search. It was quickly becoming clear to her that Tyrr was not returning and she wondered what would have happened for him to revoke his pledge. It did not bode well, though she held hope. Perhaps he had returned home and this she could also. It was a lovely thought.

Today her luck would run out. As she strode across the uncomfortable surface of the ice that edged the pack's glacier, curiosity caused her to draw near to a figure who lurked a ways out on the icy terrain. It was a dangerous place, but she strode without fear. If she was to die here, at least she wouldn't have to return home in shame. She would prefer a death in combat however.

The form proved to be Malachi, and his strange focus was about the only thing that kept her from turning around right there. He seemed intent on the river, and she thought impartially that perhaps he had decided to finally give up his unrightful claim of power and give in to his weaker tendencies by seeking death. That would at least save her needing to keep up this godawful charade.

Musing on this with what was probably a completely inappropriate level of satisfaction, she did not approach or make any attempt to speak. Instead she merely watched.