The desire for cold had urged her further north, beyond the pack that had apparently recently set up among the nearby cave system and woods. Her paws took her across the ice, eyes downcast at the submerged trees and grasses below. It was a curious phenomenon, one she had not given too much thought about. But her focus was drawn away by a familiar reddish brown form up ahead. Her paws stilled, ears flicking backwards as she considered silently turning away and pretending she hadn't spotted her cousin. But she'd ignored her for long enough, so long that she now didn't know how to approach or talk to the woman.
Iðunn took careful steps closer, head lowering to shoulder height as she gazed at Róta who was seemingly focused on the ice and what lay beneath in. She inhaled, jaws opening to say something, but no words came to mind. What was there even to say to her cousin? A thousand apologies? That seemed like a good place to start.
She stopped once again multiple wolf lengths away, and simply stared at her. The words just didn't want to come out of her mouth; they felt stuck in her throat. Unsure of how Róta would react to her presence she stood there silently, an unreadable expression on her face even as a war of emotions stirred within her.
