A snow-spun waif lingered around the Saastine. Caan was not C'ede', the white raven boy whom nursed alongside Sivaak's own children. No warmth of recognition would be granted to the girl, only the cold glower of his icy gaze. Caan did not immediately act against the lonesome creature. He bided his time, casting glances over his shoulder throughout the passing days to keep tabs on the girl.

She neither approached, nor left. So it was up to the Sun Clan to make contact. Fabulous.

The waif lurked in the distance once more. There was little cover around the Winter Scar lake, just open tundra, water, and caribou. So Caan made no attempts to hide approach. A direct one, with the place in which she stood openly conveyed as his destination. The rain boy didn't rush over, nor was his stride too casual. He made an effort to look as imposing as he could, hiding the limp the best he could.

Who are you, and why do you follow? He was the chieftain's son. This stranger would tell him her purpose.