Witch's Marsh but at least i've got you in my head

The median between the two was where Bhediya stood, impartial about the incoming winter. There was a threat being posed to their group, but most of them were young and able; there was no cause for true worry yet. It didn't seem that Ibis was concerned, at least. It is pretty, Bhe replied with a smile. It would be even prettier later in the season, hopefully once they'd found a more appropriate claim. 

The ascetic stood and brushed against Ibis's shoulder, a loud chuff emanating from her chest as she caught sight of the brute. There was a moment of concern, though it was quickly quieted. Bhediya, she replied, figuring that he was another friend. You'd better get used to it, then. Winters here are rarely easy.