Duskfire Glacier Sunnguvuk

heda shrugged. "well there's my nomi. and uhum, aunt willam. and mahler, i guess, but —" she drew a breath and frowned a bit, glancing at the northern wolf. "well. he's not super good. i guess. well. like — he coughs. a lot." 
it felt like a betrayal, talking about her graf like this. heda squared her slim shoulders. "maybe i could come back."
she found she also didn't care to feel like she was asking for anything. "or whatever," the girl amended, suddenly tight and cramped inside her own skin. "are you the leader here?"