Though she had prepared herself, it had still taken time to finally take those steps officially into the Northern Continent. How many times had she wandered back and forth across the Bifröst as though the Otito Iya would suddenly make everything alright? She hated to admit it but more and more the girl feared that the Goddess had given up on the world, or at least upon Aláwo herself, otherwise why else would her life had taken so many bad turns? Separated from her family and then from the tribe as well. This would probably be a fruitless search but apparently she would try.
The land itself, it had been a difficult terrain to scale though there was still beauty evident, the Goddess must have taken care in all parts of her creation. In this moment there was no obvious signs of the destruction the Northern wolves caused, though Aláwo suspected she would discover it and more of their terrible nature somewhere down the line. She intended to keep out of their way though, perhaps that was the real reason it had taken so long to finally take this journey, fearful she would meet yet another Northerner on the Bifröst. The path for now was clear and warily Aláwo would continue upon it.
