Sneaking Out Closed Doors

Inga nodded approvingly as she watched the girl pull herself out of the snow. It was a good sign, a sign of strength and the makings of a warrioress. Eisleif seemed to sense Inga's prescense and her bright blue eyes peered through the terra before finally locking on Inga's location. Inga rose to her feet, shaking her coat lightly to give the girl a better view of her outline and form. "Adventuring? I do not think your parents wish you to go to far from the den. However, if you are content to explore the denning grounds I will accompany you. That way they will not be to cross with you." She smiled down at the girl, left ear flicking as she heard a familiar caw. Branwen, her white crow companion would land on the ground next to her left foot. "My name is Inga, by the way. This is a companion of mine, Branwen. Branwen, this is Eisleif."

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