Their trip to the rugged mountains of Northfall had been successful. They'd learned that they still stood tall regardless of the trials they'd faced in the previous months, and yet continued to help in the search for runes. It was heartening to see, though there was still a part of her that wondered why Valkyrie's opinion differed, if Dal wasn't seeing something she had. Nonetheless, their trip had been overall wonderful, and she'd take that for what it was. But now, it was time they returned home — Dal was itching to return, to make sure that nothing drastic had happened while they were gone. However, she tried to quell this anxiety by berry-picking.

Early in the morning, she'd left the temporary visitor's den that they'd stayed in whilst in Northfall and wandered the surrounding area, sniffing out where the best berry bushes hid. Underneath shady pines, they gathered, leafed branches of green, and blossomed berries. There was a protective barrier of thorns surrounding these deep colored ones, but she'd dealt with this before. It took Dal a few minutes to find a good stick; it stuck out in a 'Y' shape. It would do nicely to take the brunt of the thorns rather than her mouth or paws. Carefully, she stuck her stick into the leaves and shook gently. A few fell loose while others she gently prodded at till they, too, fell.

After a while, she'd amassed a small pile, picking the bad ones out, and moving the nice, unharmed ones to a small rabbit's pelt that had been cured and tanned, also stained with berry juice. She used it as a small pouch when folded, and headed back to where she and N​ó​ttin had holed up. Breaching the entrance of the little cavern, Dal smiled upon her love's sleeping form, and sat the breakfast she'd gathered aside, moving in next to him once more, Rise and shine, my Glacier... It's time to return home. She murmured, softly into his ear, her nose nuzzling the crown of his head.