Nova Peak birnen

One of the littler ones, the one molted in soft grays and white, came then to join them. She was the one who carried pretty stones, the pale girl remembered from their travels from the southern mountains. It was finally so then that her sister was to join her, pressured by her mother's will unknowingly so and she came to settle close to her flank. After her father's words, agreeing with her, she beams a smile and nudges into her dark sister affectionately. 

Elke, unlike the eldest of the sisters, did not know at all the possibility of having other sisters, brothers, who might have shared the same blood which ran through her and Ciri's veins. Then Phaedra stared, her fur bristling, Elke's brow crinkled and a single silken pale ear turned back in wonder. Her pale eyes, that of her father's, turning to Ciri with question. Maybe she knew what her problem was? 

Alas, her natural quiet and shy nature takes the best of her and despite her father's question, she speaks not. Only listens to the other pale girl and the daggers in her eyes shot to her father. Not all strangers were bad... She remembered her father saying, though all strangers should be cautioned. This one, was for certain.