N.asa relishes in Bjorn's gentle brush of his muzzle. She follows his gaze to the quiet snow-capped peaks in the distance. Somewhere, perhaps in her bones, she missed the Desert. Her body was tired but heart was full as trained her gaze to where their little filly slept. She doesn't comment on his mention of enemies just yet. Instead she wants to let the peace be between them for a few more moments before the harder questions tumble from her ebony lips. "The Inlet is quiet," she admits. "But it's a good quiet, if that makes sense." She gives him a bemused expression. "I do miss the heat sometimes. Particularly when I'm feeling...old." She chuckles at him, her eyes alight with mischief as she looks at the traces of greyness around his face. N.asa figured nobody would ever presume he was getting older given his interest coat color. She peers over her shoulder at where Diana still slept. A gift that they shared together. "Diana is a strong one," she says with pride. But as she cranes her dished face back to Bjorn, she takes a moment to memorize the subtly of his face. She studies him, unraveling his thoughts, noting the pinched tension that seems to be hidden in him. Though his face is now soft with the wholeness of his family, she wonders what draws his tension. "We have enemies. It comes out directly, not as a question. "What is weighing on you?"