Finding what is lost

She gripped with her short dull claws, dulled by the use of sketching, painting, smithing, crafting, and scuttling through the stone caverns of the Col. He gets up and she is suddenly filled with a fear of falling as the weight shifts and the ground falls so very far away. She gasps as he moves not used to the movement and feeling so helpless at his directions. No doubt he could feel her trembling on his shoulders. He breaks the water beneath her and forges the stream, she could feel the icy temperature as it sapped her warmth while he pressed on.

She barely waited for him to lean down once he got to the other side before she launched herself back to the ground. She shook her pale fur until the warmth returned to her ears and her legs stopped trembling from the fear. She nodded curtly as he led the way to an old den. The snow seemed to be deeper here and she hopped through the drifts behind him. Once inside she was already nosing her way into the pack to grab the firestarts when he asked her about it.

"Already on the way!" She replied, already frozen to her core from the snow and the travel. She set up a firepit and lit it, having had many opportunities to practice starting and tending fires at the Col. She added a lump of coal that she had brought as well to help chase away the chill and keep the fire going.

She stripped off her tiger pelt vest and laid it out to dry. Then grabbed a piece of jerky from the pack and passed it to him, then stuck one in her own mouth before she grabbed her small polar bear skin for bedding and spread it out.

"Speech"