The sight of the wolf whose approach had pulled her from her devotions struck Katja speechless. Her sleek silver-ticked pelt rose in alarm. No - it couldn't be... Kapras?us? Her older cousin, who had vanished so silently from his family, the one she had so long assumed was dead. Killed by Jaeger, as she believed he had killed the other siblings. Yet here he was, a draugr, returned from whatever unmarked grave Jaeger put him in. Superstitious fear rooted her momentarily to the spot before her own good sense and serious nature shook her free.
Ridiculous to think him draugr - far more likely that he had simply managed to escape his brother's notice for the time. He was still some distance away, but Katja moved to close some of that distance... cautiously, for superstition was deeply ingrained and it was still a possibility that he was a walking corpse, and she stopped just within comfortable speaking range, no closer than that. "Kapras?us," she began flatly. "Ich hatte nicht gedacht, Sie in diesem Leben wieder zu sehen." (translation: I had not thought to see you again in this life.) Her voice held no accusation of wrongdoing - simply the same cold tone she might use to conduct business, or discuss the weather forecast. Then again, she might have used the same tone when speaking with Jaeger as well.
