Duck Lake cloud shadows on the mountain and our shadow on the mountainside

She noted them upon the water's edge. Silvery, shimmery as if they had come from the waters. Lean and sharp in their build. Another girl perhaps? Such company had seemed to be a rarity in her adventures away from the woods. There was some relief in the fact that this was not a hulking beast. She need not depend upon Gleipnir to strike someone down for her or send out a wardog on a hunt.

Slow and mindful in her approach, it took her a few long moments to get close enough to feel confident in speaking as though she might be heard. Do you live here? It was not a traditional greeting but there was still softness (and curiosity) in her tone. The place is beautiful, stunning even in these winters, and should would not be surprised if others called it their own.