It was a bad idea calling you up

Eyrún was bored, dreadfully bored, and the lack of her former band's presence had been causing her significant unease. It wasn't like Valkyrie, nor the rest of Hjarrandi, to not gather at the turn of a season... but she was having difficult locating any of them. For the Finnvi woman, being bored was never a good thing. Nothing good came from boredom, nothing at all, and today she was feeling particularly restive. Without the guidance of her band, without a sign from her gods, what did she have to do? Eyrún would search for a sign for as long as it possibly took to find one, or even find a semblance of one, but that didn't stop her from growing edgy in the process. Her two new companions, a set of twin ravens, had been helpful in acting as two extra pairs of eyes, reporting back to her what she could not see unaided. Growing used to their company, as well as their signals, was proving difficult. They did not speak as wolves did, but they found ways of their own to alert her. Currently they were doing just that. A faint, distinct call echoed twice overhead and Eyrún headed toward the sound. Two short calls meant stranger, one (or ones) that didn't signify any danger, at least that they suspected.

Traveling at a leisurely pace over the flat terrain, she slowed as a stranger came into view. Whatever she was doing was quite bizarre, strutting around from one oddly-shaped stone to the next, but admittedly Eyrún quite enjoyed the sight. She didn't mind hanging back for a moment, unabashedly watching the spectacle. It mattered little to her if the stranger had any idea that she was being watched or not; it was her right to enjoy the show if she wanted to, at least in her mind. A bout of shrill laughter finally left her lips, breaking the relative silence that settled over the Stone Steppe as she drew toward the crumbling rock structures. "Bravo, bravo!" She cheered, lifting a paw to the cool stone as she finally closed the distance between herself and the particular rock Elise was climbing. "I didn't expect a show today." Eyrún's words were laced with a faint bit of laughter, which tended to be her typical tone - teetering on the edge of uncomfortable amusement, but not quite reaching it fully.