Otherworldly Monument

Kiela nodded in answer to her question. Yes, storm. Myrsky was the word in her native tongue, but she'd have to remember that word in case of scenarios like this in the future. Storm. Quickly enough the stranger acknowledged that there were some ruins up ahead, which she didn't fully understand, but she hoped that she wasn't leading her astray. Regardless she would persevere and survive whatever storm was rolling in - she'd dealt with far worse - while maintaining her distance in the meantime. She trailed after Svala as the two of them headed toward the ruins.

Before long she could see them, jutting stone structures, some of which were long-since crumbled and eroded. Others stood tall, looking as unyielding as even the strongest mountains she'd climbed. There was a particular beauty to these old structures that Kiela had been exploring, and she swore she good feel the very spirits of these stones as she approached, vibrant and full of life. For a moment she was silent, even after Svala spoke, heading over toward her. Their proximity under this specific stone was closer than she'd like, but she'd keep an eye on the stranger and deal with it if she proved a threat. Svala was considerably smaller than her, after all, as well as older. Both of these facts made her relax, certain she couldn't easily overpower her.

"Yes, indeed strange," she agreed after she regained her thoughts, settling into a more comfortable position. Her gaze followed Svala and her map she was marking, quite intrigued. "I am just getting used to these lands. Not from here." Her goals revolved around their reindeer, but in the summer they did not need her. She needed instead to learn the ways of this land, and to learn about the wolves that inhabited it. It was a lofty project but one she was invested in, even if it often pulled her outside her comfort zone. "My name is Kiela. What is that?" She asked bluntly, nodding toward Svala's map as she felt a few raindrops beginning to land on her nose.