He does not speak the truth of his heart, but his sister can divine the meaning in his silence. For that he is grateful, even more so when she does not add her own commentary. Letting the uncomfortable subject of their mother drop. Left behind in the snow as his sister steps forward to walk. In reply Caan falls in step at her side, letting her decide which direction they may travel.

Father says we should hunt.

We should. Caan brightened somewhat. If only in the way that the cold, sharp edge within his expression had softened. Caan looked at his sister in from the corner of his eye. Has father taken you hunting, yet?

Caan had not seen Fa'liya among the herds, but as Cen had taken him out on his own, he suspected that their father might have carved some time in his busy life for his sister too.