Whitefish River The Great Thorn

Her words appeared to have an effect on the female, a positive one that in truth left her in awe... but glad. As the darker female's expression changed and paused to think, the wanderer took a moment to herself to check her wounded paw. Oddly enough the wound she had sustained did not feel as bothersome as it had before. There was a tingle, yes, just a the tip of the width of her pad but no more than that. Still she did not spy the sliver in her paw but could at least apply a little more pressure in preparing for travel if need be. Big lakes. Both auds snapped forward to attention as coarse brows knitted into a thoughtful knot. "I know of two," she replied, turning her muzzle from the girl momentarily to look toward the distant mountain ridge. "There is a large lake that is froze that lies to the south of us. And another that spans so great that the cold can not still its body, only its shores. The elders would call such bodies a 'sea'. It lies to the far, far north of us."