Moonsong Glacier ⁴man hlaruva rávëa súrë?

wHEEZE im so sorry-
will keep vague on upcoming scuffle

By the auburn's admission, the stricken rose from her post and donned the familiar veils of a herbalist's pointed detachment  (not before surrendering a spectre's smile to the rogue), and off the pair then strode.
She longed for the chill upon a spine which still simmered, favoring the glacial shelves to the eyes she knows she will feel the press of. But then — both she-wolves must steel themselves for the sick that they might yet face; and as Andraste drew the wanderess with her into the disheveled pasture, she murmured something akin to mind your step. 

Earth, churned; stone, cleaved; horrendous, even though no fallen figure had yet to come into their sights ... until that of a fallen cow made it so. Presently ravaged by coyote alike.

Argent eyes shuttered into austerity; with one look upon her unnamed scavenger, snout atremble, the stricken proffered a quiet question in the songle step she made towards the unfortunate dining.