fireball on the rocks

Katja's steps carried her to a land she knew well, a land of greenery well watered with blood from those who had fought and the body and bone of those who had died there. The battlefield. The Odin blessed land, the raven feast. Her land. She wandered it serenely, despite the faint itch that heralded the very start of her heat cycle. She would be leading her pack in a raid soon, she had decided, but her restlessness would not allow her to wait. Whether she found battle here or not it would serve her purpose well enough, the potential of gathering new warriors or thrall for Yfir just enough cause to make the short trip from her mountain here.

Ooc: set before the Yfir meeting. Not looking for anything in particular, maybe recruiting, maybe a spar.