They were well, but only some of them left, as it were. Wardruna knew little of their group. Well, nothing, really but knew exactly the struggle of a pack barely clinging on while the world turned itself upside-down on them.

Wardruna shook out her coat as the gentle rain continued on. Her eyes moving where directed. Seeing the feathers here reminded her of their first meeting. How Wardruna had traded in order to have a vibrant red feather of Elk's for Wardruna's proposal gifts to Sheauga. Thoughts which brought eyes to glossen.

Mate. Gone. She spoke the only words that she might hope Elk Charm would understand as she passed her paw gently over the cardinal feathers. Red, sacred of the caribou people. She loves feathers.

Wardruna would fill her entire den with red feathers if it meant Sheauga finding a way back to her. There is a moment of lingering until Wardruna shakes her head to bring herself back into the present. Wait. Wardruna would lift from her sit, trotting back a ways to retrieve the bundle she had been carrying before dropping it to announce herself to the trader. She could do with a moment to bat the tears from her eyes.