Herbalists' Cache i work so much, can't be reminded

It is silence that greets her first. An absence of response and then, a crunching of snow as the woman finally turns to face her. "Gjalla," Nagruk repeats, liking the way the name sounds on her tongue. 

She is hail and stormcloud, and though Nagruk can see the tiredness in her stance, she admires the purpose in her step and appreciates the lack of small-talk. "Want only to hunt, track caribou." Lumbering closer, she bursts Gjalla's bubble with a roving nose to the cheek to breath in more of Blackfell's musk. "He do this to you? Make you get no sleep?"