Ravensblood Forest featherlight

First came a ruddy woman she didn't know, then. . .Samothes? She stifled a grin at the sight of him. When they had parted on the ridge, she had not expected to see him again. Evidently, fate had other ideas. Snowe nodded to him in greeting, one corner of her mouth lifting in a solemn half-smile.

Her gaze shifted to the she-wolf. . .Durnehviir. . .whose own champagne eyes rested on Snowe with curiosity, tinged with. . .familiarity? A small shiver ran down her spine, and she peered closer at the woman, trying to find a memory in that bold face. Did this wolf know her? Had they met. . .before?

Before she could ask--damn, perhaps this woman knew her name--Thelxiope spoke, explaining herself. She had given Snowe a small beat for her own introduction, but she waited until Thelxiope was finished before opening her mouth herself.

"I'm Snowe," she started, her voice sounding quite small in the shadow of the forest. She cleared her throat and raised her volume, looking back and forth between Samothes and Durnehviir. "I had an. . .accident," she continued, for lack of better words. "Woke up in the mountains. Traveled to the sea. Met these two on the way. Thelxiope brought me here."

It was not the most eloquent greeting and explanation, but it would have to do for now.