The familiar landscapes blurred and shifted as she raced past them in the darkness until they were unrecognizable, rimed in silver and star-dusted beneath her paws. She felt surrounded as she ran, felt the brush of fur against hers as others cavorted and leaped around her in silence, shining presences not hostile, but not entirely friendly. They were... waiting. Waiting for the grizzled one-eyed wolf to join her.
Katja stopped suddenly and spun, pelt bristling as a jolt like static electrical discharge zinged beneath her skin. Blindly her eyes sought through the rainbow blackness for the one who followed her, the one the one-eyed had chosen. "Ég veit hvað þú vilt frá mér," she told the waiting, shining beings, the one-eyed, and the darkness, her masked head held low in respect. "ég er tilbúinn,"