Broken Boulder Who carries a mighty sword,

The elken woman stood at the entrance, pumpkin eyes curious at what could be inside. She had seen mountain caves, and tunnels, but not a boulder, with a dark interior. Her head kept inkling toward the left and right, almost like she was trying to peer in, but hesitated going inside. There was a bit fear of the unknown for Célnes, as all she knew was her previous home, and nothing more. Cautious and careful..

Though perhaps the High Elk meant not for her to enter, as the scent unfolded of someone she did not recognize. It was a hope that perhaps Ken had found himself to the trio's location, but she was left seeing a stranger. Unlike the brown she was familiar with, he was a silver man, of pale red streaks. 

How long had it been since she seen any other since the fire? Besides her own blood, there wasnt any. There wasn't a memory either, of the woman seeing someone not of the Déorwine name. It was a fascination, but perhaps it was rude to stare with such an interest.

"He-," she coughed, a bit embarassed, "Hello?"