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

Eyrún was glad to not be alone right now; her moods were often fickle and short-lived, but in this precise moment she didn't particularly feel like being alone. And what better place for company than these secluded mountain trails? And such handsome company at that. Eyrún hummed thoughtfully to herself as he moved closer, mirroring him slightly as she stretched out her forelimbs. "Eyrún Finnvi," she introduced herself easily. Briefly she let her gaze fall from him, drifting to the steep cliffside just nearby. This place was certainly a dangerous one, even without the hint of snow in the forecast, though it was not quite warm enough to melt the ice that caked the trails. There were sections that were more easily navigated than others but the world was still bleak and frozen, despite the sun overhead. "And some company would be lovely. I'm pretty much doing the same. My life's led me in a different sort of direction and I suppose you could say I'm searching for... purpose." It hadn't been with Valkyrie and her crew; losing them had made that much obvious. Her devotion was strong and true, and yet she still felt aimless, unsure about how to best serve her gods - which was exactly why she'd found herself here, in this harsh landscape, as if somehow traversing this mountain might help her see things more clearly.. or at least continue to prove her faith to whoever might be watching.