That which you seek

She'd paused for a beat when unexpectedly her quarry rounded the corner immediately before her, startling a growl of surprise out of the viking warrior. A smaller, delicate little female of sand and ivory coloration, she had instantly assumed a submissive stance that stayed Katja's instinctive aggressive snap before it could occur. She watched the girl, cautiously but calmly now that the initial surprise had worn off, she slowly levered herself out of her crouch. "We rarely seek the trouble that dogs us," she returned. "It would be wiser for you to seek shelter with a pack if you cannot protect yourself. Or at least," she added with a raised brow and a glance around the steep walls that surrounded them, "avoid places you cannot escape an enemy."