Otter Creek New and Untested Lands

She was of northern blood.

Siarut hadn't even thought of such a thing. Now that the proof stood before him he found his thought process faulty. Of course others had travelled south, just as his sister willingly had. It would not be uncommon for him to encounter others.

He lent her a smile, reflecting her own. "I am. I came to find my sister." The ice bear gave her information he might not have revealed to any other. His siblings were not a topic he spoke of with strangers. "We are all from the north." He took another step toward her, closing the respectable distance, to get a better whiff of her scent. Committing the curious woman to memory. 

"What do you call yourself?" He hadn't thought to offer his name, his ill manners peaking through due to his distraction. He usually reserved his rudness for those he knew better. 

The rushing of the river continued to their side, but he gave it no mind. His full attention lay before him, focused soley on the slender woman. The southern looking girl, with northern blood rushing through her veins. He relished in the conversation with a stranger, and yet the familiarity of their shared knowledge gave them a deeper connection.