Hushed Willows I need noise

It was a greeting that might have offended her had it come from a man, but the woman who spoke was a light, pretty little thing. She was a woman that the fire sister queen would have poached for the Watch had her brothers not so thanklessly abandoned her for a second time.
So Valmúa leaned into it, stepped forward as her tail swayed, and grinned. Perhaps it is you I look for, lítil rönd, she said, equally sensually. She matched the strides of the stranger, no longer needing to pretend to be something that she was not. She did not care for the facade any longer. This was her. Kigipigak didn't like it. Stjornuati didn't like it.
But she did.
Did you come to join me? she questioned, knowing well that the stranger knew not the name of purpose of the red woman in the Willows amid the snowstorm.