come hell or high water

Bronze was rightfully unsettled by the oddities occurring in the north. He knew all of this was far more widespread, but he only cared for the north and the happenings here. He was born here, it was all he'd ever really known. He was familiar with the prey animals in these parts too, and hearing about their unusual behavior made it obvious something wasn't right.

He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy as he headed north. It wasn't difficult to find prey acting strangely- birds nested low to the ground, picking obsessively at the ice, and deer scraped their antlers relentlessly on the ground. Whatever was in the air seemed more serious than he originally expected. If anyone were to figure it out, though, he was sure it would be the Armada- and he wanted to help.

He wasn't the only one studying the prey animals. Not far off, a small wolf was hot on the heels of an oxen. Bold choice for a wolf her size. Another wolf had just caught up too, and Bronze picked up his pace and tried to close the distance between himself and the hunting party. He wanted to help bring the oxen down, hoping its death might bring answers.