Dark clouds did not give way but it was not its usual haze. Another storm was coming. They became more and more frequent at their world plunged into ice age. Journey walked along the stretch of black sanded beach she remembered walking briefly once before, she thinks. It is littered with large chunks of ice. Once reflecting the light of sun, now only reflection of the tide danced within them.

The Journeyman traveled, though even in this bleak time, had not been successful in finding any others to call to home.

For now, these ideas tossed aside as she found a sheltering spot, a little cave along the black beach where she might watch the storm rage over the dark ocean. As it were, what captures her attention first was the sight of another down the coastline, trekking into her direction. A large beast, colored predominately in pale shade befitting the terrian of their choosing. The valkyrie watches with curious emerald eyes, offering a small 'woof' only when they had drew nearer and thunder humbled the earth.