Birds of a Feather

She had skirted Valhalla lands to get here, a slight inconvenience but it wasn't the end of the world. Ina walked quietly through the snow, and in all the years she'd been alive, she hadn't seen the snow cling so stubbornly to the world for this long. It somewhat reminded her of the ash that clung to the lands when the volcano erupted, but luckily...if she had to compare, she'd take snow over raining ash and fire any day.

She'd been meaning to speak to Eli about potentially moving up in the ranks. She'd been working hard and practicing her fighting skills, though she knew there was always room for improvement. For the moment, she'd take a walk here and think about how to approach him about it. Think about what else she could do for the pack. A fight training for some of them wouldn't be a bad idea...perhaps even some other lessons. She had gotten decent with armor crafting, though if it weren't for the honey badger and the owl, she wouldn't have even thought about crafting her own gear. She mulled over the things she could possibly teach as she sat beside the frozen waters, breath coming out in a fine mist and her tail wrapping around her toes to keep them warm. Meanwhile, her companions had gone to try and find them all a snack, though she wondered if there were any bird eggs this season considering the abnormal temperatures...