Blinding

Kirsi was glad to spend a few days resting, following Winterfell's raid with Abaven. Though they hadn't won, they'd put a damn good fight anyway. Kirsi had no doubts that she'd done quite well for herself, even besting a woman whose build reminded her a bit of her own... though amusingly she'd reminded her, at least in terms of general appearance, of Song. It wasn't a surprise that he occupied part of her thoughts even during their raid, though if she'd been fighting him she wouldn't have put nearly as much energy into making sure she came out victorious. He, unfortunately, hadn't been quite so lucky in his fight, though it looked to her as though his opponent had been older and possibly better trained. Though she wished he'd won, she wasn't disappointed in him, knowing it only gave him room to improve - if the stakes had been higher she had no doubt he would've pulled through.

But there was no use dwelling on what had been done, instead focusing on what lay ahead of them would be more fruitful. Rising from a brief, sleepless rest, Kirsi headed toward the den that she and Song had dug together. It was late afternoon, not quite evening, but the sky was cloudy and the heavy clouds overhead obscured the sun, making it seem much darker out. Snow was on the horizon, the northern woman could tell that much - she sniffed at the air briefly before picking up her pace, arriving at their den after a few minutes.