Blood On The Air

Great heaving breaths of the frigid air were pulled into the fae's lungs as she fought to pump some much needed oxygen back into her body. Eska's head hung lower than her shoulders and she gave them a roll, testing her muscles. Not too long ago she'd suffered a pretty severe injury to those very muscles, so she was worried that she might have tweaked them again, but that was not the case. Aside from the usual soreness that a body felt after such a battle, she felt fine.

Sulfur colored orbs shifted to look at Avaset and Baz first, checking their well being. Once she was sure that the dogs were okay, she looked to the stranger. He'd been rather helpful. Without him, the hunt and kill would have taken significantly longer. After a visual inspection to assess him for injuries, Eska nodded. Surprisingly, the storm was slowly petering out as though it had been waiting for their battle to end.

The obsidian and silver fae stepped forward and gave a nod to the brute. Her smooth, low tones crossed the distance between them. "Thank you for your assistance. That one liked to eat wolves." With a push of her skull, she motioned towards the dead bear as it lay in an ever growing pool of blood. "I'm Eska. And you?" Black ears pricked forward as she waited to see if the man would give his name in turn. As she conversed with the wolf, the dogs had set to skinning the massive ursine. A polar bear fur was huge and would definitely come in handy.

"Eska"