OOC: Maybe you just like role playing with my mean women :P
Up ahead was a woman in ragged furs that were frost bitten, as was too her long, braided locks of her hair that came tumbling out from behind all her layers. She wore no gloves, but shaking, wrinkled hands clung to her coats as deep, sunken eyes glowed back from beneath her hood.
Ninn remained tense, attention from the cave over yonder to the woman before them.
"We're just travelers!" Ninn replied,, keeping her guard as she watched the woman look the pair over.
"Lovers?" she asked, with distaste.
"No, warriors. Natives to this land." At least, she was a native, more or less. Theon....
She knew not much about. Then again, Theon knew not much about himself it seemed.
The old hag continued to stare at them.
"You were the followers?" she looked at them skeptically.
"Followers?"
And just then, the dire wolf stepped up beside the old woman's side.