You’ve wandered far from home, child – you cannot survive here. I can see the heat drain from your body with every breath.
Will you dance with me? It has been so long since I had a partner.
Oh, it speaks! Unexpected! It asks my name? How delightful. I shall answer it, for I am amused.
I am Xaluara, little one. Xaluara Dane, Frostweaver and Witch-wife, Scion of Caer Correina and Thrall-maiden of the Prince with Four Faces.
How long have you been hiding in this little cave?
It is Winter, now. Your kind has left… left, or died! A pity. I find it so lonely now.
Come, my little feral wolf -- let us dance! I am bored and my blade is so cold.
You are so alive, so full of warmth! Surely you can spare some for me?