Those who drift nearer to the caribou would drift nearer to Meleys. They grazed and she lay under starlight resting while they did so. Eyes closed, head rested on outstretched legs and her ears would twitch and swerve as she lifted to their eating and footfalls.

Then a pattern of swift footfalls, looping into the direction of the grazing herd. Her eyes remain closed a while longer, listening until she decides it is a pair. A night hunt?

The watcher lifts her head then, duel colored eyes meeting the canter of Cen and Iglux̂ and she moves to pull herself up from her lay as her brother chuffs into her direction. Meleys takes a few solid strides towards the pair. Her ears erect with wonder of this meeting.