[Guest Storytelling] Instinctual.

[Rorugir]

“Ahhh....” She too had seemed to take his snort as a sign of acquiescence. Her brow lightened, and her lips twitched as though she was attempting to smile. A second later, she coughed and blood spurted from her mouth. A muttered curse came a second later. “I...am sorry, master bear.” she sighed, her voice weaker than before. “I cannot control myself any longer. I am dying.” this time, a true smile graced her face, though there was no humor in it. “As if that wasn't obvious enough.” She tried to prop herself up by one elbow, and managed that, though not without difficulty. “It was ages since I last have seen Avanthal, my birthplace, and now it seems I never shall. I-” a bout of coughing interrupted her, but she plowed on through it. “I thought myself invincible, a stormwarden who could whip up gales in a heartbeat, who could summon birds of all kind with the sound of her voice. But it proves to not be so.” “Dira hangs about the corner for me, waiting. But I must pass on a warning before I...before I go.” she looked up at Belgar again. “Avanthal is in danger, and so is all her inhabitants. Something...something is out here. In the Northern Wastes. Let me show you...” The quivering hand she extended grabbed the bloodstained edge of her coat, and pulled it up. A gash ran down the left side of her stomach, mottled and bleeding red, shaped like fangs. But that wasn't what she was showing him. Her hand touched about the area around her wound. A cold sheen came from it, a strange whiteness that, if Belgar was to reach out and touch, would feel hard and cold. And even as he watched, the icy sheen seemed to spread out to claim more of her body. The woman was turning to ice. “Something lives in your woods besides bears and hawks, Icewatch,” she told him tremulously.