I Used to be My Own Protection

Winter was in full swing and Karabela was as busy as ever. Patrol was taking twice as long as it used to in the wet and treacherous weather but it was good to get out and get moving. She'd had a lot on her mind lately and the daily struggle to keep her anxiety down was beginning to wear on her, more so than usual since she decided she was going back to the Red Forest. This time she wouldn't just skirt around the edges of it, she was going to go in, right into the heart of it. However, despite her resolve she still had yet to take a step outside of Ivory Ridge towards the northern lands. She told herself it was because winter was here. She needed to be here with her pack… and that was logical, but Karabela couldn't' help but feel like she was making excuses.

As she was about to finish her circuit an unfamiliar call rang out? Curious she swiftly navigated her way through the mountains to see another woman with a blinded eye. "Hello there, I am Karabela Thyre, the Chieftan of Ivory Ridge. Can I help you with something?"

"Speech"