Mayleen was happy to keep warm by Motto. She hugged her arms around his chest. She was shivering and her teeth chattered as Lore Master told about the hatchlings. Motto seemed to be shivering less. She stepped away from him and pulled the bone loops then wrapped her coat around him. His torso was cool and warmed quickly. She noticed he had well-developed muscles. He was older than his boyish face. His shoulders kept her cheeks warm. She closed her eyes as she warned and his heartbeat was comforting. He had a freckle and chest hair in the same pattern as her father. She was absolutely certain that Motto was her brother. She hugged him tighter and kissed his neck.<br/><br/>"Meh know yas meh etsah.  Meh lik tah know more abo yah aunt. Meh happy yah hunter. Stag good. Built own lodge?" When he spoke to Nicolas she turned with Motto in the hope he could help. She never encountered any northern tribes.