The sterling river tumbled swift from the heights of mountains somewhere in the backdrop. Mountains of home, for the journeyman, who strode along the bank-side without much purposeful direction. Another day, another different path to take to wherever her feet might carry her. This place she knew well though and the woodland regions just south of her. Soon enough, she would have to come to expand herself further but already, winter was coming and home would call their ranks more closely.

A whine caused her pause. The pale valkyrie lifting a leg close to her chest as she sniffed the air. A wolf was near. Not at all surprising and as she began to take slow steps again she comes to find him further down the river side. A young man, wall built, timber coated and dressed in feathers with a red cloak. He looked a fitting knight, she thought and perhaps would find she was not all wrong.

Hállo. The northerners would greet as she halted her movements not all that far from him.