Duskfire Glacier i can charm dogs

She would be at the icefield. Sorting a collection of spring pelts that she had tried her handiwork on in the fashion of @Imaq's style. They would not be as well done, but she hoped they would be good enough for...anyone. Perhaps future mothers, perhaps any ill in the spring.

Regardless on if his presence had been...noticeably heard, she found a soft struggle to face him in that moment. Yet she was always soft at the end of everything. Always inclined to be kind and not vile.

Wintersbane, She hummed carefully in greeting as she nosed along a fox skin.