I'm So Glad This Isn't One of the Times We Explode [Thyri]

With the pack her cousin Víðarr planned to join recently dissolved Thyri was lacking direction. Her days were filled with exploring these new lands and hopefully finding some sort of purpose. Soon she'd need to catch up with her family but as of now her sights were set on adventure. This free spirit was incredibly hard to keep in one place for long and needed a good reason to maintain focus. Most of the time that meant a good and powerful goal to hang over her head. Hopefully she'd find one soon...

Inky paws hit the ground hard as the wild babe ran through the prairie. Birds scattered in her wake as the winter air licked at her thick monochrome pelt. There was nothing like a sprint in the cold air. She felt her blood pumping and her breathing growing heavy. Her run only slowed when a rather curious scent filled her nose. Thyri slowed down to a mere trot as blue eyes squinted, finding the source. Smoke bellowed into the air not to far away... The Viking raised a brow as she stopped completely to contemplate her options. Either she could carry on with her jog or check out the fire. After only a short time of thought she began to head in the direction of the smoke.

With the distance closing between she and the fire those blue eyes were able to take in the scene. A Maned Wolf was tending to the fire. A few sticks of meat were pointed at the flames and it seemed there was a bit of a camp set up. Thyri approached with a brow raised,