Bitterroot Valley ut alii vivant

Snacha was a ghost, a shadow of Thuringwethil these days, silent but deadly when needed. The youth was ever present, ghosting through the pines and rocky outcrops of the sleeping dragon territory at will, combing and learning the territory by heart, committing it to memory in order to serve the heda more appropriately.  So when Thuring called forth the wolves to hunt and feast, Snacha was nearby and arrived beside her quietly, her brown eyes dark and distant.

She studied the others as well, noting the ones who arrived first, the way in which they each looked upon Thuring (friendly, hostile, indifferent, excited, etc), cataloging each with the bearer of such emotion in her mind. Each would be stored away for future use. For now, Snacha waited with the heda for the others to form and a hunt to begin. For her own sake, Snacha would remain with Thuring, for her own hunting skills were poor, especially when it came to larger game. She was small and willowy, especially after her weeks of lonesome travel. It would do no good to break herself upon a deer now.