Blackfeather Woods to conquer; to bleed

she is everything hela is not; soft, dreamy, sylph-like. and yet they both emulated an easy confidence at their being here, despite the fact that the girl still remained totally foreign. the disaster that had shook her world, been her crucible and her undoing—this girl had apparently missed it. she was in no mood to explain the disaster to the stranger, and so remained silent.

and then a name, to put to a face, and things made sense; almost. her parents were born here, but not her. "hela melonii. I was born here." she offers. they must be related, then; though she does not know how she feels about blood bonds. it is enough for her to decide she has no quarrel with the girl; but she remains a stranger and is treated as such. still, should blood not be given the chance to become more than that? 

and so she makes an unprompted offer, a certain rarity for the girl. "hunt with me? I know the old trails." with the lingering effects of the famine, the activity could be a win-win.