Duskfire Glacier The stars welcome him with open arms

AW but maybe @Siarut ?

Tapeesa chose a small corner of the mountain for herself, inhabiting it just as silently as she had gone about immersing into their lives. A small hollow - no more than a nook nestled into the side of the mountain - overlooking the vast glacier and the distant peak of the Hollows was her chosen home, the inside already starting to accumulate a lining of leaves and other bits of soft debri thanks to the girl's diligent gathering skills. As dusk approaches, she's yet to readjust to sleeping at night, a small head practically pops into being from the entrance, ragged ears perked alertly.

Tupilaq had chosen a spot somewhere between her need for privacy and her desire to remain close to the pack, a middling ground where she wasn't hard to find. Since settling she'd had yet to run across any of the others, nor had they sought her out. She's unsure what this means; they've reached home but she's received no further information on what exactly they're supposed to be doing. Without much to go on, the waif does what she can - hunting, patrolling and the like.

Watching Tiqaqq's pale face flicker through the branches of trees, the waif padded into the foliage - not quite familiar with the territory but not quite afraid of the dark forest. She wandered for a time, absently, before finding herself in a tiny clearing - no more than a couple paces across. It was grassy to her left though the grass thinned and soon gave way to hard-packed dirt and gravel on the right. The girl investigated briefly, determining the odd path of stone passing through the clearing to be a dried streambed. 

Silently, Tapeesa began to gather rocks from the bed for stone cairns - caches for food and medicine.

Thoughts swirled in the girl's mind, snippets of conversations passed. She could not help but feel she had made a mistake coming here. The Ateneq sisters are more of accepting of her now, but she came for nanuk - for whatever had drawn her to him. And yet, the girl has suspicions that his attraction to her is no more than fleeting. 

A strange emptiness settles in her chest - dissapointment in herself. She swallows heavily as she stacks the rocks, shoulders hunched defensively as if to hide from anyone who would approach.

Disconnected thoughts, doubts and insecurities whirled in her head - spitting venomous thoughts of stupidity and inadequacy that made the girl want to return to her den and never face any of them again - until she felt the prick of tears at the corner of her eyes. 

The rock in her maw clatters to the ground, and she remains staring into the darkness blankly - struggling to push the doubt from her mind.