Arrow Lake who speaks in foreign tongues

The presence of another has the mother bear within the entrance of her den in moments. Jeweled eyes of green study the young girl, noting the paleness of her fur and her eyes—the lanky build of a youth that would no doubt grow to be beautiful in many ways. She recognized the girl as Ingram and Blodreina’s—but she was not familiar with the family at all, and the realization only attested to her seclusion from Diaspora and what had become of her.

A fox was fit within the Entlein’s mouth, and as her gaze swept up from the charcoal markings of the girl’s face, Ketzia was relieved to see she was alone in her visit, for the pale sylph was not particularly companionable these days.

“Hello,” she greeted softly, the pale blonde of her own fur gleaming against the stark ivory of her own bodice as she slipped from the den entrance, leaving her children to either come out and inspect their visitor or to remain within and sleep away some of their nightmarish grief. “You’re Blodreina’s daughter?” She only knew the name of the fiery woman—and was relieved that it was not one of Takiyok’s brood that stood by her home now.