Moonsong Glacier ⁴man hlaruva rávëa súrë?

The earth still felt like it was emitting some low, primal growl though her paws still found steady purchase. She caught hints of a wary greeting as she padded closer to the fae, eyes narrowing slightly as words slipped through scarred maw. Her tail sways behind her, an attempt at some reassurance -- she was no threat, at least not at this present moment. Andromaque was far too shaken up by the rumbling of the pastures to do anything beyond offer kindness tinged with a hint of fearfulness, her heart pounding at the thought of another quake.

"I'm fortunate enough to have found a place to hide." She spoke quietly, watching the wolfess press her back into a drift of snow, moving further from her. Andromaque stayed put, paws sinking into the ground beneath her. Trees had cracked and fallen further from where they stood, and the deafening crash still echoed in her eardrums. "Others..." -- a vision of mashed bone and flesh entered her mind, and she did everything she could to shake it away -- "... they were not as lucky as I was."