Must be walking in circles

She'd lost track of the days. Here in the far north with just Dread for company there was plenty to keep her occupied. They'd started to tidy up a bit, hunting in the snow was a novelty. Life was peaceful and good. Sure she had to get to that whole band thing, but it was a distant worry. Her brother was still doing shit for dad, there was no rush.

It had started as trying to clear a bit more room between the benches, and it had turned into a game of tag with a touch of shrieking and laughter. Then a wrestling match with growls and harmlessly snapping teeth, which had then turned into almost something indecent, when the sound of paws scratching on the stones towards the crack in the ice caught her ear. Her head popped up over the back of one of the toppled pews, eyes zeroing in on the only way into or out of the building. Who on earth could that be?

“Speech”