Duskfire Glacier I'll find my own way down, as I should

The woman is startled at first, lips peeling back, but she takes no offense to the reaction. It seems she isn't interested in medical attention, either — strange. Instead she's focused on the scent of the badger still strong in the area — at her bark, the bemused yearling decides she may as well join in.
So she moves towards the northerner with little hesitation, ready to follow her. They may have no understanding of each other, but she supposes any being understands food — the need to hunt. And she certainly understands the need to kill the bastard that hurt you.