There were eyes everywhere, mother's, brothers, the white man she's caught glimpses of leaving pelts and meat at the den as gifts. Never staying long, but his piercing blues stared at her briefly with something she would understand as guilt later.

Right now though, those were concerns for an older mind.

Tyra's only concerns right now was one of the 8 bodies slipping away from the warm pile, raising her head and squinting as she watched the mismatched girl leave. It didn't take long for the mossy girl to follow suit, her little tail sticking straight up as she trotted after like she was on a mission.

A very, very cold mission.

Dis, Dis, dissy she called out, not knowing to follow the tracks yet, but the hoot of an owl rang out in the morning air, quiet wings flying over her and hovering over Discordia (Eris). The girls had more eyes on them than she originally thought! Solas was Spirit's owl, ever watchful, though she wouldn't talk to the kids just yet.

But she hooted again before Tyra took the hint and bounded over. Dis!