The journey to Redcliffe was far less strenuous than Hilda had expected; oh, there was the run-in with the darkspawn, of course, the resuce of Chanter Davor and her strange animal, the meeting of a Templar and Tower-mage as they left the lake-ringed prison that was their home - but all in all, the skald reflected, smiling as she always did, it was rather normal compared to the adventure that had been travelling from the Anderfels to more gentle lands. Oh, how she missed the mountains, the glassy peaks shining in the dawn sun, pristine blankets of snow covering the world.... well, excepting a few paw-prints from her brothers' hunting pack, which were perfectly acceptable additions to the landscape in her mind, especially when the wolves pulled Lukas and Alaric down among them to wrestle in the snow, Aelricsns and wolves alike whooping gaily.
It was in contemplation of this mental scene, a soft smile on her face, that Imenry called her name and made her approach; Hilda shook off the mantle of memory, so strong and tactile that she could almost smell the winter and feel its kiss upon her cheeks, and turned to greet the other woman from the mountains. Differing mountains, of course, but they were still kindred spirits in a way, were they not? The question caught Hilda by pleasant surprise, and the smile widened and warmed, the skald obviously pleased and flattered by the request.
"Ho! I vould luff to! Is ferry kind off hyu to offer, Imenry, und I am honored by der reqvest." A bow of her head, a subtle sign of respect to acknowledge the request, and Hilda shrugged out of her father's white cloak - a boon in the cold, a bane in shadowy forests - to take up the carven bone bow, arrows in their quiver placed crost the strapping skald's back. The prospect of a hunt boosted her already high spirits, brought memory and experience to the call of her clever hands, the lessons of a thousand hunts coursing down her arms and into the pads of her fingers. The witch-bow fairly sang with anticipation, and if the half-enchanted thing could sense the coming hunt, Hilda would not at all have been surprised.
For all her size, Hilda was efficient in preparing herself, and soon stood smiling at Imenry in calm readiness, and though she must by necessity look in the downwards direction at the other woman, it was clear she did not look down her nose at her, so to speak. "Vere shall ve hont? I tink I saw sign of deer no far back on der trail, und is creek nearby, ja?"