Duskfire Glacier down by riverside resting

A noise from within - not an invitation, not yet.

"Forgive me, I know we have not met," she began as yellow eyes peered into the darkness. She could not see much of her injuries from here, but the scent of blood was fierce. Did she bleed still? "Satori - may I come in?"

And she would wait. Gjalla had been through something no wolf should, and though Satori was not privy to much of the details beyond the involvement of the caribou killers, she found pity swell her heart all the same. She could set aside personal gripes if it meant the stormwoman might receive proper treatment.