Jade Fern Grove She-Zeus

The promise of activity-- life-- brought Siofra deeper into the valley. For most of her youth, food and resources had been laid at her feet. Wrapped in emerald seagrass. The hunt was of no concern to her; a task left for those specifically designated. However, the life of an exile offered no such luxury, and hunger did not care for circumstance.
There were two options: adapt, or perish.
And for a woman who was woven out of the fibers of resilience, the sun would sooner refuse to rise than see her cave. A call echoed across the pale grove, and she found herself abandoning the independence she so often clung to. 
Her course shifted, her pace quickening into a fluid bound.
What she came upon was not prey, but rather a pale titaness-- one carved from quartz and beauty. Siofra's crown raised, her raven-dark silhouette stark against the snow's sheen. The woman beyond was unknown to her. But the scent of elk was heavy among the breeze, and the call was unmistakable. She did not speak-- her gaze only glistened with quiet conviction. When time was of essence, speech and formality could wait. The siren pressed onwards, irises tracing the opposing lady's movement with unparalleled precision.