It had not surprised her that @Oula's children were hesitant to come greet her. That Ophelia would be so openly upset was not unexpected either. When the girl had chosen to join her on the outskirts rather than run to her mother, Nineva had set her muzzle atop the growing pup's crown momentarily in a silent show of solidarity. It was good that the Whitebark matriarch had returned, rather than disappear altogether. It was more than several other mothers had managed to do. But it was also alright that the children were still upset; they had a right to be angry, mistrusting, uncomfortable. It was not an easy situation. Whatever happened, however, she would be here for them, just as their brother would be.
When the event settled down and the pack agreed on returning to the den, Nineva had other plans. She chuffed at Ophelia, an open invitation to follow her if she didn't want to be alone or tolerate her family, before heading off in the opposite direction. Deacon was most likely on his typical patrol route, and with her nose to the wind she tracked him down. When the dark young man came into sight, she barked to get his attention before padding to his side.
"Deacon, we need to talk."