Duck Lake And the blisters on my lips

Ears perked, the head of the scarred woman tuning to spot the source of a familiar voice.

At the sight of Rala she released a breath; one she did not quite realise she had been holding onto. The snow-coated woman was a friendly face, and Calfuray was glad for it. She was not quite sure she was up for a fight now.

Silent, she waited for her to make her approach from where Cal sat in the snow with her short tail waving absent-mindedly.