a break, a chat and nothing more

after the festival of fireflies, Heloise moved west. like Banshee said, there was a heavy pack presence in the area now. Ashen, Valhalla... not only two, but three she'd guess. though she had not yet met Lirim wolves. wondering if there was enough room for them all, she'd press onward. never did she guess to meet anyone on the moore. most were quite busy with the festivities to come this far, and she wasn't keen to get back anyway. the alabaster woman decided to explore beyond Winterfell for the time being.

her pack did not keep her prisoner, after all. she could come and go as she liked. the amount of wolves walking upon Winterfellian soil these days was staggering. she recalled her chat with Ser Dragon, wondering if there was a way to cut down on the population while there was still time. Heloise kept these thoughts inside mostly, her ambition growing better of her ego. as she walked, Kresnik flew in the air above her. he'd shriek, alerting her to the presence of another nearby. she slowed her pace, eyes scanning the moorland.

yet she saw no one, only smelt their foreign scent upon the breeze. not one to bother others, she waited for them to reveal themselves or carry on before she, too, carried on.