Swiftcurrent Creek If you must wait, wait for them here in my arms as I shake

A mountain to the west, and more to the north. Wylla wasn’t interested in getting her pack tangled up with any others, so north it was. She wasn’t sure a glacier appealed to her very much–it was already colder here than she was accustomed to without living on literal ice–but maybe they could find something suitable in the area.

Thanks, she offered. Beyond that, she didn’t really have anything else to say. Swiftcurrent Creek’s resident pack had disappeared ages ago, so there was no point asking Arlette about that. As for the white woman herself, Wylla really wasn’t interested in her. She was no good at small talk at the best of times, let alone in the middle of a downpour with a total stranger, not even one as helpful as Arlette.

See you later, then, she said, stepping away from the creek and Arlette both. The polite thing to do would’ve been to help her find her herbs, but… nah.