Born to Run

Aerndis was getting thin. It had been hard work trying to support herself through a winter alone. Well, not entirely alone. Above her flew her companion Griff. The pair had journeyed north to get away from the volcano and she'd been lingering there since she'd arrived. Aerndis was eager to get back to Legion's old haunts. Hoping that maybe there was some clue she'd overlooked as to where they'd gone or perhaps she could just stay there and wait for someone to return. She couldn't imagine her grandfather leaving his tractor. Surely, he'd come back for it. However, that was in the future. She had more pressing matters, namely what was she going to eat?

Griff flew down and alerted her to the prescense of musk oxen nearby. She frowned. Not the reasonable quarry she was hoping for til she noticed a brown wolf crouched down in the grasses. Aerndis followed suit and tried to sneak closer to the other wolf. "Psst, hey, are you hunting those?"