Hello, My Old Heart [AW]

Karabela felt the tension rising down her back as she eyed the freshly fallen snow. On second thought maybe she should turn around. The mountains were prime for avalanches and it didn't matter how fast or strong she was, if one were to cut loose and she was in the way she'd be drowned within seconds. Karabela turned just as her niece mentioned her name, causing the Chieftain to jump. She glared at the girl. "Dagmær…. what are you doing here, did you follow me?" she hissed in a low tone, wary of causing a disturbance.

Before she could get much farther another voice spoke. Karabela lifted her head to spy a yearling femme, her jet black coat standing out against the snow. Raba dipped her head in greeting, she could discuss Dagmær's wandering at another time. Keeping her voice low she moved toward the stranger. "Hello there, are you passing through these mountains as well? I don't suppose you've been here before?"

"Speech"