The slim viking woman stalked through the remaining snow of the north, a certain foulness of temper causing the dark limbs to move stiffly with irritation and fury. How could the gods do this to her? She had been nothing but faithful to them the entirety of her life, dedicated herself body and soul to them with a vow that would keep her from carrying on their family line... and now they would take away her sister too. She stopped and sniffed at the ground to catch once more the trail she followed before pushing on. Kapra.
If anyone would know where Jaeger was it would be Kapra. If he was alive, her sister's dream about about his death - and about her own - could surely be only a cruel trick of the god of mischief. If Kapra did not tell her where Jaeger was, by the gods she would tear into him, family or no family.
She stopped once more in the cool shade of a huge... thing. A sip, perhaps it was called? No, a ship. Something made to float upon the waters and carry the fool extinct humans about their self destructive business. The scent was hot here. Kapra could not be far.
