Silver Creek -- i was fuckin' around while you were saving the world

For a moment Zada was clouded by uncertainty, but then the girl smiled and she felt warmed by it, the worry melting away. She moved to press her nose briefly, gently, against the girl's ear.
You look better, little one. The tip of her tail flicked slightly as she continued. Perhaps you would walk with me? These lands are beautiful in winter.
Zada was truly, helplessly, an innate wanderer-- her long, lithely muscled legs and calloused pads attested to this, her eagerness to always be on the move. She never reached her destination; she didn't have one. But she did hope that Brienne would walk with her-- wherever they were going.