a new soul to the old hell

So she finally arrived. After more than a year living like a nomad, a thief, wandering to plains, forests, mountains, rivers and even the ocean, a grayish canine, with eyes yellow as gold, stopped almost in the middle of a large yellow meadow, with short grass and smell of death. She has followed the river, now in her left, until find this strange place, for more than a week. Forward, almost all the view was of green healthy grass, and a pine forest not so far. Behind the ashes colored wolf, a snowed area, which in the distance just the silhouette of an enormous mountains covered by fog and ice could be seen.

This new place was strange, with so many different smells, being the vein fluid the strongest one. Of course, there was a lot of other canine’s scents around, but since she left her home, this was very common, so the female didn’t care much. All of them where a bit distant, like they were dispersed around the plain area, but her vision could not capture any image of another wolf, or creature.

In her travel in this large island, Jorrvaskr have heard lots of rumors echoing in the air, and most of them she did not understood so clearly. But, if she was not wrong, this dead place of battles and murdering was the place most of the rogues and young homeless kids used to go, when they search for a new beginning. Just what she wanted. With a sigh, Jorrvaskrs sit over her tail to turn the muzzle to the sky, closing her shiny eyes for a moment, feelings the breeze, the warm sun over her coat and all the odd smells around. There was a lot of sensations in just a few moments.