The mountain had her all turned around and it was beyond frustrating, because out of all the things that Rheia was comfortable with, mountains were on the top of that imaginary list. This particular mountain was unique only because it was new and she didn't know all the criss-crossing paths yet. She was in high spirits despite her circumstances; it was not often that the vagabond encountered strangers and it was even more rare to find someone as fascinated by mother moon in the way that she was; thus the encounter with Phocion had left her feeling content.

All the same, the travel from that plateau back over the range would take some time. The paths she had taken were obscured by fresh snow and there was more coming, so she would have to move fast and be certain in every action. Rheia was quite perplexed when she came upon a worn path through the snow - and after some hesitation where her hope overwhelmed her senses ("Sif?" she thought), Rheia chose to follow it.

Soon the scent of decay caught in her nose. It was not the usual inviting scent she was used to - this one was cold, hard, and much weaker by comparison. It occurred to her in that split second that the snow might have been screwing with her sense of smell too, and that thought was disheartening. She did not have time to marinate in that feeling long before a ruckus in the sky redirected her attention and a darkness flit overhead; it was a loud darkness indeed, but gave Rheia a clue as to where to look next.

She came slinking through the snowcapped forest half expecting to see Sif, but was met with a vision of someone far younger and more ragged. They were almost as dark as the crows in flight - or a magpie, with those pale dusted hairs across their back. So far everyone Rheia had encountered had seemed nice, and so she tried her luck here (perhaps by mistake) and called out, Hallo?

If you were to take Rheia and morph her in to a human being, she'd probably be some sort of shy tomboy who liked to play alone in the sandbox; the look that Wylla tossed her indicated a similar nature, but she seemed more volatile. Maybe she would have been the playground bully? She reacted to that look in the same manner as an introverted child might have - pausing her gait and bristling a little, her expression tensing in a way that could've read, what did I do?

It was obvious that the stranger was covetous of her meal and Rheia, feeling a little bit frustrated by her inability to navigate the wintery mountain, wondered if she should make a pit-stop and try her luck to get a piece. She inadvertently sized her up as she began to walk again, this time slow and steady and all too cautious, but Rheia made it only a few steps before deciding it wasn't worth the ire of the other wolf. It was clear they weren't eager to share and with a better look at the dead thing Rheia concluded, it barely looked appetizing at all. Best to leave the girl with her leather, then.

N.. nothing.. she murmured after glancing at the corpse. Whether it was an answer to the question or an observation (because the creature had become so dessicated that Rheia couldn't identify it at all) was a mystery. She held out hope that this hungry loner could be another friend despite the evidence to the contrary, and added, You -- you home? This is home? It had worked with Sif, so maybe it would work here too.

No, not -- no, she answered swiftly and with a shake of her head before feeling quite awkward. It wasn't common for the girl to feel so out-of-place around other females but this situation seems tense and she isn't sure what to do about it. The stranger doesn't appear as friendly as Sif, and maybe that was because of the food present so Rheia puts some more space between herself and the dead thing.

She looked at the surroundings as if they held more interest than anything else, but really Rheia just didn't want to look at the strange contorted body any more than she wanted to stare at or weird out the dark girl. She pawed at a stone while trying to think of something clever to say, but found that this whole "talking to people" thing was more of a struggle than anticipated. I um, live with sister on mountain -- other one. Was it worth it to bring up Sif and her new sisters? Would this girl be interested in being a part of that, or was Rheia trying too hard? She didn't know how else to continue the conversation so she fell quiet and kicked that rock around a little more, watching it roll and catch against nearby debris.

As trusting as Rheia was she could only translate so much, and so fast. When the stranger began mentioning that the mountain was her own home, she struggled with keeping up - watching her behavior and body language more than listening to the words. This resulted in a mixture of scrutiny and amusement from Rheia. She knew some words - sister, mountain, and might've figured out queen had there been an explanation; however, she heard what she wanted to hear.

And she began to laugh. It was a little sound, shy, but somehow Rheia felt comfortable enough in this other girl's presence to let down some of her guard. You? On mountain? Yes! Oh, be sister! Sister to Sif too! Her tail was fanning behind her body at a slow pace that quickened until she was thwacking at the sparse grasses peeking through the snow. Sif, Rheia and -- ah, name? Who is -- name?