The Unraveling - Going Deeper

Staying in the North seemed to make the most sense for now. Sedna had run into Víðarr and decided to stay in the same general vicinity. Something was off on a more global scale, but it didn't stop her from holding a soft spot for the old viking...

Not that she could talk, she was no spring chicken herself anymore. The cold wasn't the kindest to her joints but after the hunt she had stuck around, keeping half an eye on the prey animals in this area to try and get to the bottom of their affliction. It hadn't been maggots to crawl from the wounds of the downed but fully formed worms, and the stomachs of many of the animals were filled with dirt. When the earth seemed to shudder again, the cracking of ice ringing out across the field like a chiming bell, she made her way towards the ship, where others were already gathering.

Less interested in the appearance, and more captivated by the musical sound that came up from the earth, she forged on, ears turned forward and toes splayed to try and give her some purchase on the icy ground. The risk of future quakes was high, but the crevasse seemed sturdy enough... for now.