Blacktail Deer Plateau there are the graves i've dug

Völva had been patrolling when she thought she heard the tailing footfalls of the Dreadfather.

She would pause for a time to see if Ingram came or not. 
The footfalls steadily grew more present though, and so she remained until he was in sight. 
As he drew nearer she would dip her head both in greeting and subordination.

Her pale lavender gaze was inquisitive.
She did not yet speak.