Lost Creek Hollow and drew warmth of blood from bone

They continued to converse, but Sif, nestled against the thick fur of Wardruna's shoulder, was content to let their words flow by her. Already, she had determined that she would not be able to follow the conversation. Instead, she focused on the strange woman with half-lidded eyes, wondering what her parents had looked like to give her such a striking appearance. She wondered if, like her own banded ribs, her markings bore significance to her family.

"Pretty," Sif murmured to herself, her voice low and dreamy.

Sif's just hanging out XD