Northern Ice Star

She’d gone a lot further north than she’d intended, and now, she stood on a hill, gazing out at something she’d never heard about before, except perhaps from tales brought down from Valhalla’s journey from the lands of Alacritia after the eruption of Mount Animi had driven all the packs and loners from that land… those that had survived.

A great bridge of ice stretched into the distance and out of sight, much like the Bifrost in the south led out of sight to Auster.

Inside her armor and the hooded cloak layered underneath it, she was relatively warm, and Ayodele huddled on the back of her neck, holding the hood steady as the wind whipped around them. The Spirit’s glowing white tail whipped in the wind as she picked her way down the hill, coming to stop at the shore of the ocean, gazing out at the bridge of ice. What was on the other side?

Her hide prickled with apprehension. Were she not a mother and the alpha of a pack, she’d explore further, that was for absolute certain. But she didn’t know how far this thing went.

“We may have to send a scout over to see and report on what’s out there.”

Ayodele muttered in agreement, shivering against the nape of her neck under the cloak hood.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think