A Girl With A Bird She Found In The Snow [Finch]

Winter might drive many a lone wolf from the north but it was not enough to dissuade the viking from returning to the lands she'd considered home. Naudir moved with grace through the building snow with not much of a destination in mind, at least not right this moment. She'd set up a temporary den in the shelter of the Red Forest. There were limited herbs she could hunt for in such terrain and after a wrong turn she'd found herself drawn to a narrow path through the mountains. She wasn't quite sure what had drawn her here but she continued to maneuver her way through the pass.

"Be careful Naudir, it could be slick." The girl nodded briefly to Branwen as Balthazaar took to the sky. "I'll scout ahead, be safe you two." Naudir nodded, she'd always erred on the sign of caution, more so now than ever and she came to a stop to watch the snow begin to fall as the raven disappeared into the misty haze.