It is here that Fa'liya is given a smile from her brother. The change in her disposition shown in little ways. Any attention from their father was a gift from the cold chieftain. Caan refrained from commenting that his first hunt with their father was an old bull. Any hunt, any success, meant they were alive. Meant that they were a part of their father's clan.

Want to be useful.

Caan nodded to the sentiment, understanding it completely.

Their path through the grove followed the scent of caribou. The environment should signs of the animals' passing. Bark stripped from trees, deep furrows made in the snow. The caribou made due with what they had.

Caan believe that he and his sister could too.

When the animals came into view he looked to his sister.

Would you like to pick?