Duskfire Glacier you want someone to be your reflection, your bitter deception

Her paws work to dig a collection of roots from the hard ground, keenly aware that what she was dealing with was far from safe. To ingest this plant was a death sentence, but Satori had heard of tinctures to relieve external pain.

The rustle of snow, the scent of a stranger. Her call was answered swiftly as a bear of a woman approached. "What is there to say?" Deciding to allow the woman a moment to explain herself, she gathers a broad stick in her jaws and begins to mash the roots with it's blunt end. She was hardly in best condition to chase out an intruder.