Do you believe in Ice or Fire

He was even taller now that he was sitting up. Her antlers would have given her a little boost in height, or at least offered her a better vantage to reach high places, but this boy beat her on that, too. Her eyes kept getting drawn back to them, little tendrils of ice across his head. It made her wonder if he didn’t come from the same place those Sabercats had come from. With that thought came another, could he be a danger? She glanced at his half drowned frame, bleeding leg, and confused eyes. Nah, no chance of that.

She settled down in front of him, wearily aware that she had no supplies to bandage him up, or any better way of offering his water. Some healer she was making. She needed a bag, some way of carrying supplies and essentials around. From an unnamed man to… an unnamed boy, it was becoming pretty clear how much she needed it.

“You're just outside of Ashen territory, in the swamplands.” Now that he was speaking, that meant she could pepper him with questions, right? “Who are you, and where are you from? Where were you trying to get to?” She wanted to know. She stopped directly in front of him, and looked up at his towering face. She scrunched up her nose, he was still a kid himself, it was entirely unfair that he was so tall.

“Your leg is bleeding, but I'm afraid if I pull out that wood, the bleeding will get worse.” she confided in him, having no solution to offer him either.

"Speech"