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The scarred wolf huffs lowly in pride as she finds a bundle and carries it-- she carries on, peering around the new room with a quirked brow.

Part of the wall has collapsed; here is a vast landscape. Bylgja peers across the frost. The ice. The last time she stopped to survey the area it worked out well, so she does it again, stopping and peering around to examine the space around her.

It looks treacherous.

Still... there's a way somewhere. She knows that much. There must be.

Bylgja uses WISDOM.