Distant Battlefields

Though Kirsi had been far from the most productive member of Winterfell, she hadn't taken her joining lightly. She and Song had deliberated joining Winterfell for quite some time, and once she had her mind set on something in a more permanent manner she wasn't the type to double back on her decision. Winterfell was her home now and though a considerable amount of her attention had been stolen by Song since her joining, she knew it was time for business. The tone in Acere's call made that quite clear, and she had no interest in delaying too long to arrive to the gathering, curious what would unfold.

Nimble paws carried the tiny woman through the dense pine forest, moving at a hurried pace, though it was far from frantic. When the gathered wolves appeared in her field of vision it became apparently that she wasn't among the first to arrive, but she wasn't bothered by this face. Letting her icy gaze sweep over those who had gathered, she strode over toward Song, settling down beside him easily and leaning against him lightly as a form of silent greeting.