Katja's decision had been made when she'd explored the mountain. It stood as the gateway from the north to the central-most lands, the perfect staging point to flood the lands below with raiding parties set to disappear back into the inhospitable northlands. She would shape this band of misfits into a viking clan yet, and this would be the start. A cold, harsh land to harden their bodies, to train in and to become far superior to the soft southern breed. She'd begun leading her wolves north, breaking them off into smaller groups to attract less attention and directing them to make for this peak. The healers she'd instructed to leave most of their stores for now, intending to go back and forth with them a little later to transfer the bulk of them to the new lands. It was stealthier, safer, to travel lightly and quickly. She did not have enough healers to risk them trying to drag an entire winter's worth of herbs across a continent.
Reaching the mountain's base, she bounded further up the slope, situating herself atop a rocky outcropping surrounded by open space. Lifting her masked face she howled, calling the scattered pack together once again before settling back onto her haunches to await them, her perch affording her an advantage in line of sight.
OOC: deadline to get your Yfir wolf in this meeting is Wednesday the 10th. Unless you are on absence or you have specifically cleared it with me I expect all Yfir wolves to show up or face IC consequences. ""
