This was a little girl of around ten years old.
Her skin was deathly pale, her hair a tangled mess resembling dry straw, and her features were strikingly large, giving her a rugged appearance. She looked more like a typical human, lacking the strange traits of the adult members of her tribe.
She woke up on a pile of dry hay and found herself lying in a crude shack, her surroundings unfamiliar. The only familiar thing was the half-dead Yin Beast lying nearby.
"You're awake?"
A shadow appeared suddenly outside the shack—it was none other than the legendary Northerner. The little girl was startled, and she flailed her arms and shouted incoherently, assuming a defensive posture.
"Can you understand me?"
"Don't know how to speak the common tongue?"
"Tsk, how troublesome!"
