Get Down with the Sickness

The woman slithered around like a minx. Her fur was trickled with a thin layer of ash like the ground. She breathed in swiftly, timing her breathing with her strides. Unlike other Wolves this one knew what she was doing. Her lovely little paws danced rhythmically upon the ground in such elegance. Everything she did was elegant. Her lovely sky blue pools slipped around, she was hot on their trail. She could smell Bald, Thor.. and Hati? She raised a brow and stopped for a moment. The petite woman looked around quickly before she heard a bit of shouting. Weth? The sandy pelted woman slithered in the direction of the voices with that lush tail flowing behind her. The woman had been on her own for a little while. Freyja never really expected to come to the strange places.

Freyja looked to the group that was just at the mines entrance. The beautiful Goddess smiled and prowled closer with her head high. She looked to each member of her powerful family before nodding polietly to them all. "Oh how lovely, the family all here together." Those sultry orbs slipped down to the black Wolf upon the ground, Hati. "Tsk tsk tsk, poor guy.." She smiled brightly, there was something about the woman that just breathed confidence. She kept her eyes on the man upon the ground but she would not help him up. The woman was far to small and she really did not care. No one really cared about Hati, well no one really liked each other. She looked to Weth and Loki with a gentle sneer she tried to hide. Troublemakers.. She put back on that smile. "He is our blood, boys helps him."