The snowy woman had patched up her ribs the best she could. She knew she should be laying down, not pushing herself, but she also knew neither leader was in any condition to walk the borders. Iskata was depressed, and Hel was pregnant. Deuce's broken ribs didn't stop her from walking the borders. The day was unusually bright, as compared to what it had been. That was nice, although it didn't stop her mood from being on the darker side of the spectrum.
She almost didn't see the male laying in the gass, until his scent came to her. Another new-comer. That was good. They needed more. Hopefully he was here to join, and not just to visit. She approached slowly. Then again, slow was the only way she moved right now with her broken ribs. At least the cuts were healing. Some would be scars, but that was okay. She already hd scars. One crossed her blue eye, and the tip of one ear was torn away. She looked more like the warrior than the shaman. But it didn't matter much.
"Hello there." Her voice was calm, almost cool. She was rather reserved when it came to strangers.
