Permafrost Hollows my shadow's shedding skin

She blinked as he began to speak, insisting they weren’t as afraid of Death itself, a frown on her features. Ruohtta had given her nightmares from a young age and she did not understand how someone could not fear such a man. He brought sickness and death in his wake. She did not seek to return to Tuonela, even if it meant she might see her forefathers.
 
She had not been aware that Indra had moved until she was speaking, and it caused her to jump lightly, a frown creasing her features as they continued to assist. “I am no hunter. I have never attempted to assist with such big prey.” If it required three of them, she would surely be useless. Her people had deemed it too dangerous a sport for her to take on the larger prey when she bore the gift of prophecy. A stray antler might take her down, and it would not bode well for her people.
 
She in general had not bode well for her people.
 
“I smell it, but I do not see how I can help.”