Sneaking Out Closed Doors

Inga moved to go around the drift. She saw no reason to try barreling through one this big and she wasn't nearly as spry as she used to be. Of course going off road would have it's own challenges. "Careful of this branch Eisleif." Inga wiped at the snow with her paw so the red bark could show through before she carefully stepped over it, turning to watch the girl and make sure she cleared it all right. "This far north there is snow most of the year but in summer quite a bit of it will melt and you'll be able to see grass, flowers and all kinds of new colors and animals. Though, there are some places of the world that get no snow at all." When the girl was old enough to go on raids she'd see many new lands.

Inga chuckled. "You may, some day you may. If the gods wish it and you keep your mind open I believe you may find companionship in another animal. Do you like birds Eisleif?" As if on cue, Balthazaar, her raven, flew over to join Branwen. He fluffed up his feathers for a moment before scooting closer to the pale crow. "Brisk morning isn't it Inga! Who's this?"

Inga smiled. "Ah, there you are Balthazaar. Balthazaar this is Eisleif, Eisleif that is another of my friends a raven named Balthazaar. Or Zaar for short."

"Speech"