Stavanger Bay or if i'll see you again?

iaghe's ears pressed to her skull, pale gaze darting between the floor of the cave and the woman as she spoke.

"cold...help...cold...friend...cave...cold...smelled...male...okay." 

it was the beat of a hummingbird's wings, the trickle of a brook falling over rocks. too fast for the eye to see, too much for ia to comprehend. she shifted her weight imperceptibly, uneasy.

suddenly the woman grew animated, whirling towards her in a manner that made the shadow flinch. her lips twitched, peeling back slightly -- patchwork tongue flashing as she rasped it along her chops nervously. 

her speckled tail beat against the ground half-heartedly in apology. 

still, her behavior was hawk-like as she watched fleurette bed down for the night.

"sleep...cold...closer...harm...bone...shore...snow...friend...sun."

she could make little sense of it but gave a miniscule nod, maintaining her usual silence.

eventually, long after the sun-kissed femme had drifted to sleep, iaghe would doze. it was light and she would continously drift into awareness -- checking on the other warily. 

even so, when fleurette awoke in the morning and beckoned, the wildling would follow behind.