our altar is the battlefields

While moving south hadn’t been her preferred choice, she had promised her brother her loyalty-at least for now-so she’d follow him and the band of wolves he had cobbled together as they made camp in the soulless forest. She knew this wasn’t going to be permanent lodging so she didn’t worry too much about putting together a real den, but she found a dip in the earth under a large, fallen log that would serve well enough for a home once she had dug it out a bit more. She spent the morning working on the simple sleeping space for herself up until she heard Björn calling for them.

Wiping the dirt off her large paws, she turned and moved through the trees to join them and settled on her haunches near the gathering group. She was still uncertain about the other strangers that Björn had found for himself. She wasn’t quite as… violently minded as her brother was and it seemed that at least a few of this bunch seemed to follow his mind set so she wasn’t sure how well she would get along with them. Only time would tell she supposed. Giving Björn her attention, she waited to see what the plan was.

"Rúna Trygg"