Valeska had entered her seventh year not so long ago, and by Houtu, was she feeling it. Where she normally relished the cold, this bitter blizzard was so fearsome even she faltered against its might. Stiff joints and aching bones were gradually turning into long-term companions, and it's not like the sun ever came out to provide some relief.

A call sounded at the edge of the Respite. Unusual they should have a visitor during these dangerous times - perhaps a stranger seeking shelter?

Rising to her paws, Valeska made her way out to go investigate.

A silhouette stood out against the snow-covered fields, tall and grey and covered in stripes. If she squinted, she could just begin to make out the wolfdog's features; they looked almost familiar... a gust of wind buffeted her fur, bringing their scent - ah! Her scent downwind.

Oh, hello! the High Priestess called as she approached. She was terrible with names, but she never forgot a face. Welcome to the Respite, even if it does not look like much of one right now. Ah, I know we have met, but remind me - what was your name again?

Her gaze traveled naturally down toward the woman's gently swelling sides, then over at the stranger standing next to her.

Are congratulations in order, hmm? Oh, how exciting for you! she said, Tell Valeska all of the news. It has been so long!