Drowning is quiet

Green eyes glanced sideward and caught sight of a familiar form, so close to her own colouring but a few shades lighter. Made sense they would look kinda similar. After all, they were related. The huff that left her lips caused a cloud to form in front of her face, before her attention was diverted to movement between the trees. A small herd of deer were moving between the frozen tree tops, pausing to graze here and there. There was an old doe with a limp, and a couple of younger targets too. Wordlessly, she tipped her head towards the herd with a singular raised brow. It would be a far easier time with two of them.

“Speech”