Her arrival could have been at a better time, not within the dead of night. Yet it was what the world had given to her, awakening her from a slumber that almost didn't end. Pale blue eyes opened up from dark lids, equally startled and intrigued. Ulloriaq slowly rose to her feet, stretching out her legs but not going anywhere just yet. There was much to take in. Large trees stood over her, perhaps hundreds of years old carrying the scent of evergreen all around her.

Below her feet, grew many kinds of herbs and the occasional flower, bursting with life. Above the darkly panted wolf, rose the moon in all her splendor. She started to move along, coming to an opening in the forest where she could get a good view. Now sitting just on the outskirts, Ulloriaq stared up at the mystical sphere, finding solace and comfort within its glow. At least for a time, the woman was at peace.