Stone Circle Sister, you are going to be an aunt.

The shiver of her smile stayed, and Nanook reached out - paused, as if hesitant - then slowly pressed a soft tap of her snout against Desna's neck. The warmth of her sister's fur wrapped around her muzzle, and though the touch brought the slightest squeeze of fear to her heart, the familiarity of Desna's scent, and the resonation of her words, eased her, and she relaxed. If Desna believed they could do this, then perhaps they could.

She lingered for a moment, and then drew back. A new excitement filled her, and she found her thoughts firing rapidly. Did Desna like to travel? Nanook had seen a neat many things around the Wilds, but would her sister show interest in them, too? And what did Desna like to do? Did she like to fish? Hunt? Fight? No, she didn't seem like the fighting type. Why with Desna did she almost feel like Nanook again, like the girl she'd been before their family had crumbled? And who had that girl been? At the forefront, the moment preoccupied her. She still had so many questions, and her eyes brightened as they spilled from her tongue. "D'you know how many there are? D'you know when they'll come?"