Snow Dusting On Weary Back

She has hardened over the past few weeks, the epidemic taking its toll. Her wounds from the bear are sealed shut in scar tissue. Alas she comes to the borders upon summons, a strange scent wafting up her nostrils. She knows not of this pack and she is on guard; the Olympians are at their most vulnerable now more than ever. Her stance is dominant, but not necessarily aggressive. Yet. She dips her head in a respectful greeting, her eyes clearly exhausted.
?What is it you require, stranger?? she asks. She stares evenly at the woman, awaiting her response to the all important question. She is not from Ebony, so she doubts she comes with tragic news, or news of a cure. And yet her answer to the question is important; perhaps she has vital information, information that can save Virgil?s children.