Naira hadn't heard Drestig summon Triell and Spieden, but she had seen the heavy way he walked since, the thundercloud looming over his head thicker than it had been since before they went looking for Nayeli. A cross look had likewise settled on her own face. She hated to see him so down.
At first she had been content to let him mull over his thoughts in his own time, certain he would come to her if needed, or pull himself out of it. As the days stretched out in silence and his dark mood only seemed to darken her resolve was set. She had never been one to sit idly by, and one could go so far as to say she thrived on conflict.
The winter may have served to remind her she wasn't the young pup she had once been, but she wasn't ready to roll over and give up yet. That Triell, a whole year younger than her and much more sound in body looked to be close to doing just that between mechanical rotations of the borders and obligatory hunting made her wonder just what had transpired. She was tired of waiting for him to open up to her. She was going to extract the information from him if she had to beat him from one side of the bend to the other.
Sticking her head unceremoniously into his tree she found the voice she had tucked away when her own pack came to ruination. "Up!" she demanded, retreating towards the edge of the teritory. If he didn't follow she would stomp back and drag him out by his tail. Moping would achieve nothing.