Mount Everfall immaculately polished

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Though the valkyrie had not stayed on the mountain with the Viking she had met, she had not strayed past the familiar mountain peaks. She was the most comfortable when scaling the peaks and ridges - all that was missing was the bitter cold that still plagued her southern mother. Eshe chuckled at the memory, her father's low timbre teasing his wife until she'd scruffed him, laughing at his warrior-wife. Theirs had been a partnership Eshe could admire; it had not necessarily begun of love, but, love grew still. And with that love came their children - wildlings, warriors, advisors alike, she and her siblings were capable of standing on their own four feet without concern. 

It was in this spirit that the woman stood now, about a quarter ways up the mountain where she could see a good lay of the lands nearby. She watched a hawk in the midday sun as it stalked its prey, eyes narrowing briefly as it swooped and claimed its prize. Maybe she should hunt as well, if for nothing other than the distraction and the thrill of the hunt and kill.