Got The Feeling I've Been Talking to A Dead, Dead Line

True peace was something Eyrún hadn't known in quite some time now. It was hard to find purpose after enduring the trials she'd embarked upon, after Muninn had been taken from her - well, not taken persay, but offered up as a sacrifice to show her devotion to her gods. Though she still had Huginn, her one raven companion, she couldn't help but feel as though something was missing. Eyrún had no idea what that something was. It was easy to get lose in her thoughts as she wandered, and over time she'd headed east. While some wolves might be searching for somewhere to hunker down for the winter, somewhere to ride out the frequent storms that plagued the lands, Eyrún had a quite different thought process. Only through suffering and perseverance could she prove her faith and put herself back on the right path.

Though the day was a relatively mild one, all things considered, these steep mountain cliffs were not easy to navigate. The trails were slick and winding, and often she had to pause and calculate how to climb higher with minimal risk for injury. All worries of potential dangers were cast aside though when she spotted someone up ahead, not far from where she'd been climbing. Huginn had been scouting further ahead and had yet to return to her, but she figured he'd seen him already and designed him a non-threat. Eyrún let out a bark as she leapt onto an outcrop just beside her, aiming to climb a bit closer. "Lovely day for a hike, isn't it?" Eyrún called out cheerfully.