Whitebark Stream prepare the platter

she comes swiftly at Bhediya's howl, having almost forgotten about her offer with all the events of day's past. but the sound of her voice reminded her at once, and so she closes the distance between herself and the minute woman within minutes, arriving at the border's edge to find her there, visibly travelworn, the scent of other's intermingled here and yet notably absent. 

"bhediya," she greets, looking her over and glancing once over the woman's head, to ensure she was alone. "what happened?"