Drowning is quiet

Róta would never claim to be good at feelings. Not after all she had been through anyway. The fact that her cousin had moved to join her without hesitation was enough of an excuse to exhale, a large amount of the tension leaving her body as her shaggy and unkempt coat shook with the weight of her steps. Idunn's pause reminded her how long it had been since they had hunted together, and she gestured towards the older doe. Not only would her limp slow her down in the snow, but her size put more meat on her bones by default. Sure it would be tougher and grizzlier that one of the younger animals, but the mothers would put up less of a fight too.

Spread paws kept her from falling too far beneath the snow line as the heavyset woman moved forward, taking aim at the haunches of the deer, the herd just now picking up on their presence.

“Speech”