The ginger and snow wolf moved swiftly. The smell of deer on the horizon, along with rain and the promise of storms to come. Though what type of storm would befall the lands had yet to be determined, for the bright skies yet dark clouds moving in streaks across the sky was one which both curiosity and worry into the mind of the valkyrie.

Ahead, wolves gathered, likely so compelled to hunt in the same manner as she. The woman's movements stop short at the sight of the deer, dark, colored like coal - no, colored blue like deep ocean waters. The woman does not pursue further, instead stopping to examine from afar. Surely, they were some sort of plague too.