Everything means everything

The northern lands had been her home since she'd come to Boreas and would continue to remain that way unless her herd changed their hibernation patterns drastically. After the long night and the strange sicknesses that had gripped the lands, Kiela wouldn't be all that surprised if things did shift, she just hadn't expected it to happen in her lifetime. But no matter - she was adaptable, a least when it came to them. Likewise she knew that life was cyclical and patterns didn't remain constant forever. Still she worried for their strength and she was more determined than ever to ensure the survival of their calves as the season changed.

The sound of someone nearby temporarily distracted her from her path. Twisting her head, she listened for disturbances nearby - pinpointing it to her left, hidden between a mess of thick tree trunks and vegetation. Kiela carefully navigated through them, swiveling around around and slowly searching for the scent. It seemed she wasn't the only one trying to see who was near though. Kiela let out a huff, breath escaping in a puff of faint mist as the dark figure appeared in her vision. "Ah- good afternoon," she greeted him gruffly. Her heavy accent had never fully left, and given how little she spoke to others it was obvious this tongue was not her native one.